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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.
ChapterThirty-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.
I am an animal.
I am a stalker in search of its victim.
I am a woman who needs to be fucked hard by her man. Her man who has been missing in most of our marriage but now is found.
Not being able to hold back the fever that scorches me, I beg, “Please, Apollo. Please…”
“Please what?” he asks as he dances his fingers inside my core. “Say it, Daphne. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I pant, desperately wanting to feel the orgasm that rests just beneath the surface, begging to be set free. But I need Apollo’s cock to make that happen.
“Say it, Daphne. Say what you really feel.”
“Fuck me!” I blurt out as a moan follows my command. “I want you to fuck me hard and make me remember the feeling between my legs for days. Make me sting. Make me hurt. Fuck! Fuck me!”
I am absolutely desperate at this point as his fingers hit a spot inside my pussy that has me gyrating uncontrollably. I need more! I need him so badly that I could lose my mind in a wild thirst for more if he doesn’t mount me and take me right now.
Merciful as he is, he does just as I need. Feeling his weight on top of me, I’m soon rewarded when his cock presses up against my opening and easily slides in with the aid of my wetness. Wrapping my legs around him, I hold on in fear that I’ll cede complete control over to the lust.
I am so hungry.
I have such a craving and an urge that only he can quench.
And with a forceful shove of his hips, he drives his thick cock all the way in, claiming me completely. Yes, yes, yes… I am his.
In and out he thrusts, deeper and deeper with each pounding action. My moans blend with his as our bodies merge as one. He is my commander in this war of lust, and my body will forever be his to order, to master, to lead toward completion.
“Fucking mine,” he groans as he powers into me, his muscles taut, his eyes glazed over. “Cry out for me, princess,” he demands. “Cry, princess, cry.”
