On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 9

The soft glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Hazel’s skin. She stirred slightly, her fingers brushing away the last traces of sleep from her eyes. Stretching languidly, she inhaled deeply, and the familiar scent of Axel’s cologne filled her senses, wrapping around her like a memory.

A small smile touched her lips as she sat up, instinctively pulling the duvet higher over her bare chest. The events of the previous night echoed in her mind, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her hair was a wild mess from all the tossing and turning, and she absentmindedly ran a hand through the tangled strands.

“Sleepyhead,” Axel’s deep voice cut through the silence, laced with amusement.

Her gaze snapped to the side, locking onto him as he stood near the grand, gold-framed mirror.

Hazel swallowed hard.

Axel was a vision of raw masculinity—his body still damp from the shower, water droplets tracing a sinful path down his sculpted chest. A towel hung low around his waist, teasingly revealing the deep grooves of his abdomen. Her thighs instinctively pressed together as a familiar heat curled in her stomach.

His arms flexed slightly as he towel-dried his hair, and she couldn’t help but let her gaze wander, drinking in every inch of him. The way the sunlight streamed in, accentuating his smooth, tanned skin, only made matters worse.

Her body ached, a dull throbbing reminder of the way his hands, his mouth, his voice had wrecked her last night.

Axel’s smirk deepened as he caught her staring.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” His voice dropped, rich with teasing. “Feels like you’re about to undress me with your eyes.”

Hazel’s breath hitched.

“If you want,” he mused, his tongue flicking over his lower lip in a slow, deliberate motion, “you could run your hands all over me while I spread your legs and suck that sweet little pussy, again and again.”

Her stomach flipped violently.

“Eww… Gross…” she laughed, shaking her head, though her voice held no real conviction.

Axel chuckled, his chest rising and falling steadily as he dried himself off. She tore her gaze away, focusing on her phone in an attempt to ground herself.

“What are you hiding under that duvet, momma?” His teasing voice sent a fresh wave of warmth through her. “Don’t you think I deserve a peek at all that fruit?”

She rolled her eyes, though a small smile played on her lips.

“You might get extremely late for work,” she said, ignoring his seduction.

Axel smirked. “Who said I work on Saturdays? The only thing I plan to do today is eat, and trust me, momma, I am not craving breakfast.”

A shiver danced down her spine at his wicked words.

“Go away, naughty.” She squeezed her thighs together under the duvet, as if that would help the ache pulsing between them.

Axel’s sharp gaze caught the movement, and a devilish grin curved his lips. He made quick work of putting on his clothes before heading toward the door.

“Tell me when you’re ready to be sucked dry, momma. I’ll be at your doorstep.” He paused, his voice shifting into a more serious tone. “But for now, go freshen up and come downstairs.”

As soon as the door shut behind him, Hazel let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as her mind swirled with thoughts of Axel, last night, and the intoxicating effect he had on her body.

Axel descended the stairs, his mind still fixated on Hazel—on the way she looked tangled in his sheets, her scent lingering in his room. He ran a hand through his hair, smirking at the memory of her whimpers from the night before.

His thoughts, however, came to a screeching halt the moment he spotted a woman sitting in his living room.

His jaw tightened.

Every muscle in his body tensed as rage simmered beneath his skin, but he forced himself to maintain his usual cold demeanor. He stepped down the last few stairs with calculated ease, his hands slipping into his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low, controlled, but laced with unmistakable irritation.

The woman—Riyyan—rose to her feet, fidgeting slightly under his intense gaze. Though fear flickered in her eyes, she masked it well, plastering on a bright smile.

“Hi, Axel,” she greeted softly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Axel’s grey eyes raked over her, assessing every inch—from her designer dress to the careful way she carried herself. He exhaled sharply, unimpressed.

“Who let you in?” His tone remained impassive, yet sharp enough to cut.

Riyyan’s smile wavered. “I—I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I just… I wanted to spend some time with you.”

Axel’s expression remained unreadable.

“I’m not angry,” he said after a pause, though there was no warmth in his words. “But next time, inform me before showing up uninvited. I don’t appreciate surprises.”

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