Broken Dove(145)

“I really don’t like things kept from me, Apollo,” she whispered.

“I have received that message clearly, Madeleine,” he whispered back. “So part of our bargain will be that you trust me to share with you what you need to know and the rest of it, I will keep to myself so you can be free to find your footing in your new life? Are we agreed?”

She held his eyes and she did this for some time.

He fought against holding his breath.

Finally, she nodded.

Thank the gods.

“Excellent,” he muttered, rising and lifting her with him. “Let’s go to bed.”

As he moved from the room, he heard her mumble, “Oh boy.”

And again, he smiled.

* * * * *

“Baby,” she breathed.

Apollo slowly slid out but he didn’t slide back in.

He gave her just the tip of his c**k and whispered against the skin of her neck, “Again.”

To which, instantly, she whispered back, “Baby.”

He slowly slid inside, then glided out, and repeat, and again, his hands moving on her skin, his lips skating across her neck, down her jaw and up. His eyes open, holding hers captive, he took her mouth, sliding his tongue in and coaxing hers to dance with his.

Gratifyingly, with but a moment’s coaxing, she gave him what he wanted.

When he broke the kiss but not the connection of his lips, she whispered, “You need to go faster, sweetheart.”

Instantly, he gave her what she wanted.

He felt her tighten her legs that were curved around his thighs and she slid her cheek along his, lifting her head to bury her face in his neck.

So bloody sweet.

“Maddie,” he groaned into hers.

“Harder, baby,” she begged, and his hand at her side drifted down to her waist, in over the small of her back and down to cup her arse.

He lifted her and gave her harder.

And deeper.

He heard her breath hitch and she ran the edge of her teeth along his shoulder.

When she did, a shudder tore through him. He shifted all his power to his h*ps and his thrusts turned to pounds.

“Apollo,” she breathed and he felt her sex clutching him tight.

Gods.

Magnificent.

“You grow close,” he grunted. “Look at me, poppy. I wish to see your face as it takes you.”