Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He presses deeper with every gasp from me, as if my sounds of pleasure fuel the energy and desire inside of him.
I moan.
He presses on.
I cry out.
He fucks me harder.
His own moans become my soundtrack to the most amazing sex of my life.
Apollo pushes deep within and suddenly stops. Without either of our bodies moving, I feel nothing more than Apollo rooted within me. Taking the moment of stillness does something to me. I feel a connection and closeness I didn’t know possible. I look into his eyes and just smile. It begins with just my lips, but staring into Apollo’s face, I know my pleasure is reflected in his eyes.
“I’m yours,” I admit freely.
“I wanted nothing more than to hear those words.”
“Untie me. Let me show you how much I’m yours. Let me prove how much I want to belong to you,” I whisper.
Apollo touches his lips to mine, pulls his cock out of me, and then slowly unties one hand and then the other. He takes his time and after each bond is removed, he kisses and licks the reddened area to soothe the sting. I didn’t realize how much I fought against the restraints until he does so.
Once all the ties are removed, I crawl into his lap, press my lips to his neck, and take the moment to be held and feel protected. I enjoy the soft, the calm… The love. I move my lips to his and kiss him until I feel that our lips have melted together. His breath is mine, my breath is his. I feel his tongue lightly move along, his hands caress, we embrace.
He eases me onto my back and slowly rubs his cock along my throbbing clit. The sensation sends an emotion through me that nearly brings tears to my eyes. I become whole, so complete. Having him so close to me feels…right.
He moves the tip of his dick at a slow and sensual pace. He caresses my hair and smiles softly while looking into my eyes. “I can’t do soft any longer. I need to fuck you hard before I explode,” Apollo confesses.
A growl works its way past his lips as he grabs me by the hips and, in one hard thrust, drives himself deep within the warmth of my body. I wrap my legs tighter around his back and thrust my hips to drive him even deeper. I moan at the feeling of him spreading me, further inside me than I ever imagine possible. I crave more. I want him to drive in and out at a rapid pace.
I feel like a sex-crazed vixen beneath him as he pumps in and out with a force and speed that brings an impending orgasm near. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my lips to his again. He drives his tongue deep within my mouth, never letting go of his grip. He dominates me with the pull, with the thrust of his hips, and with the power he has over the building explosion of pleasure begging for release.
“Let go for me. Let go, princess,” he demands with a deep, sensual voice.
As if knowing I should never go against one of Apollo’s commands, I let the climax take over. The fire works its way from my toes all the way to my head. My moan becomes louder, louder until it becomes a scream.
With the sound of my release ringing throughout the room, he pumps hard one last time, filling me with his seed. Claiming me. Marking me. Forever his.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Daphne
I snuggle up next to him the next morning after wine-infused sex that blew my mind as every time with Apollo does of late, wondering if I should seduce him and go for round two. I don’t want to wake him… Okay, I totally want to wake him. But will he be mad if I do?
My answer comes when our lips meet, a pull neither can resist any longer. Our hunger is never satiated. His heart beats against mine as he arranges my body closer. The single kiss has the power to forever bind. The kiss is the exclamation mark to the sentence. One kiss speaks volumes of what is meant—a demand, a command, an order of love and passion.
I want him.
I want him this very second… again.
Now.
Apollo sucks my breast, then moves to the other to give it equal attention. Lowering his hand to my mound, damp with fresh arousal, he dips a finger to my clit and applies pressure as he rouses an overwhelming longing that has me gasping for air. Moving from my clit, he presses his fingers past my folds and pushes one, then two digits into my sex. I force my hips up to drive them inside my pussy even deeper. They aren’t enough. I want to feel the small bite of pain as his cock stretches me as he claims what is now his. I want to feel him so badly that the hunger changes who I am.