Broken Dove(235)

Apollo wrapped his arms around her, head tipped back to keep her gaze, his voice nearly hoarse when he kept whispering. “This is us, my dove.”

“It is, Lo,” she whispered back, her sex pulsating around his shaft.

“You’re safe,” he repeated.

“Yes.” She was still whispering.

“You’re mine,” he declared, his voice now almost guttural.

She closed her eyes, dropped her head so her forehead was resting on his and lifted both hands to wrap them around either side of his neck.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Look at me, poppy.”

Her eyes opened but she didn’t lift her head.

“I wish to lie back and watch you take me.”

Her forehead rolled on his as she nodded. “Anything, Apollo.”

Gently disengaging from her hold, he lay back.

She kept his gaze as he did and once he was settled, his hands at her hips, she started moving.

Apollo watched.

And felt.

And listened.

And as he did, he memorized it all. Every wet, sleek inch of her he could feel gliding on his cock, her thighs pressed to his hips, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her br**sts moving against the satin, her gaze on him heating with each stroke, her soft gasps each time she filled herself with him.

“Faster, dove,” he encouraged.

“Yes,” she breathed, moving faster on him as he watched.

And he watched as she raised her arms, her hands moving behind her neck, lifting up her hair as if its touch, the sway of it against her skin was too much.

His Madeleine.

Sheer beauty.

“Keep your hair up, Maddie,” he groaned.

“Yes, baby,” she whimpered, moving faster, her soft gasps coming quicker, deeper. “Lo, I need your thumb,” she begged and he immediately gave it to her.

When he pressed in and rolled, he watched her back arch.

“God,” she moaned.

“Take me, Maddie,” he ordered, now bucking his hips, watching her take him, her br**sts nearly spilling out of the satin.

She dropped her arms to arch back further, riding him now as he took her, her fingers curling around his thighs.

“That’s it, poppy,” he rumbled, his one hand holding her steady, his other thumb circling deeper. “Take me.”

“Lo.”