Once she’d touched him, she whispered, “I’d do anything for you, Apollo.”
Her words, the way she said them, now full of emotion, the way she touched him, gentle and light, he felt his gut tighten.
Perhaps she wasn’t processing what happened that evening.
Perhaps she was processing something else entirely.
His gut tightened further.
“Give me your foot,” he directed, his voice suddenly gruff.
She tipped her head to the side, but dropped her hand and lifted her foot.
He slid her borrowed slipper off.
“The other,” he said once he’d dropped it to the floor.
Her eyes on him, she did as bid.
He slid that one off as well.
“Now remove your dress, poppy.”
She pressed her lips together but her hands did not delay in moving to the fabric, bunching it in her fingers and pulling it up and off.
She let the dress glide from her fingers to the floor and stood before him wearing nothing but an emerald green satin bustier that dipped low at the back, her br**sts barely contained in the cups at the front, and it had bronze ribbons adorning its boning. She also wore a pair of matching satin panties.
He felt his c**k pulse as his gaze moved over her. Her soft skin. Her curves. Her abundant hair glimmering in the firelight. Her beautiful eyes directed at him.
There she was.
His Maddie.
Alive.
Breathing.
Beautiful.
His.
His voice was now gruff for more than one reason when he instructed, “Discard your panties, Madeleine, then free me and climb in my lap.”
He watched her lids lower, her lips part and he felt both in his throat, his gut and his shaft. Then she slid her thumbs into her panties and tugged them down.
His c**k started aching.
She bent to him and he felt her fingers working at the buttons of his trousers.
At that, his shaft throbbed.
She pulled him free and caught his eyes as she positioned; first one knee in the bed, then the other, climbing on.
“Guide me inside,” he whispered.
She licked her lips and he felt her reach between them, her hand wrapping around him. He stifled the rumble rolling up his chest as she slid the tip of him through her wet silkiness until he caught at her opening.
Gazing at him, slowly, she glided down until he filled her.