Fantasyland 04 Broken Dove (40 page)

When my eyes went from his arm to his, I saw now they’d
really
fired. At seeing it, I fought squirming in his lap, took heart that he liked what I was doing, stretched his other arm out and did the same thing.

When I looked back at him, his eyes were ablaze and I couldn’t fight the squirm.

“You said we’d explore,” I whispered and his eyes scorched into me. “I want to explore.” I kept whispering.

He said nothing, just held my gaze, his burning into mine causing a burn in
me.

“Will you hold onto the headboard while I explore, baby?”

At that, his eyes flared and his voice was a growl when he said, “For you, poppy, I’ll try.”

I felt my sex convulse at his answer.

“Thank you, honey.”

His look was so hot, making me so hot, I didn’t delay.

I put my lips to him explored.

Running them and my tongue up his neck, across his throat, along his collarbone, I moved down and added my hands. I traced the bulges of his pectorals with my lips then moved to his nipples. With my thumb rubbing one, my tongue lashed the other.

His hips bucked and a stifled groan rumbled in his chest.

He liked it.

Thank God, he liked it.

So I gave him more, taking my time, sometimes lifting my eyes to see his face darkened, his eyes heated, watching me.

And I liked that.

Thus I gave him more. Scooting down, I pushed the covers down with me.

And there he was. Hard, long and thick, standing proud, an invitation for my attention.

God,
gorgeous.

I adjusted in a way he knew what I wanted and he spread his legs. I fell through and he lifted his knees, legs now wide.

I took him in, spread. For me. His gorgeous cock rock-hard. For me. All the power of him contained and waiting. For me.

All his beauty…for me.

Oh yes.

My nipples throbbed, my breasts felt heavy, the satin against them glorious torture, the area between my legs wet, I curled up between his legs, dipped close and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his hard cock, from base to the ridge of the tip.

Another groan, this one not stifled, and another buck of his hips.

I looked up at him to see the muscles in his arms and chest straining and the veins of his arms had popped out. His hands were gripping the headboard hard and I swallowed a whimper at seeing his power leashed, his passion controlled.

For me.

I gave him a small smile.

“Take my cock,” he ordered, his voice thick.

I dropped my head and kissed the tip but gave him no more.

“Maddie—”

I moved and ran my tongue along the juncture of his hip and thigh. He shifted with agitation. I did too, then I moved to run my tongue along the other juncture.

“Take my cock, Maddie,” he rumbled.

I looked up at him, holding his eyes as I again ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“
Gods,
” he groaned, his head going back, his corded throat and the bottom of his strong, square jaw exposed. Taking all that in, I felt my clit start to pulse.

“You’re so freaking beautiful,” I whispered and his chin tipped down.

“Take my cock,” he clipped.

“So unbelievably beautiful.”

“Take me, Madeleine.”

I slid my tongue out slowly, touching its tip to the tip of his cock.

A rumble tore from his chest and I saw now the muscles of his arms straining and his fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I feared he’d tear it apart.

At that, I decided it was time to give him more.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, brought it to me and took it deep.

“
Thank the gods,
” he rasped out, his neck again arching.

Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and fucking my mouth.

And that turned me on more.

His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.

His head came up and his eyes seared into me.

“I want you to take my seed down your throat,” he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my sex.

But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.

Swiftly, I shifted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.

“Another time, baby,” I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his cock.

“Take me deep and ride hard, poppy.”

He wasn’t getting this. He didn’t get to give orders.

But, damn, I liked how he did.

Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, “In a minute.”

“Now.”

I moved him to my clit, used him to rub hard against it and that felt fucking
awesome.

“In a minute,” I gasped.

“Now, Madeleine.”

I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.

My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and
I
was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.

But added the word “baby.”

Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his cock. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.

My held fell back again as I breathed, “
Fuck yes.
”

And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.

My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.

He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.

There was no control.

There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.

He shifted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his cock.

I loved it. It tore through me, pushing me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.

But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pushing my heels into his shoulders as his hips pounded into mine, our eyes locked.

“Baby,” I whispered.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.

“I’m close,” I gasped. “If I do that, I’ll come apart.”

“Touch yourself, Maddie,” he growled.

My head shook on the bed. “Baby, I—”

He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my hips so I was face down but ass up in the bed.

Then his hand cracked against my ass.

Oh God. God, God,
God.

Yes.

My hips jerked, my ass stung, my body fucking
burned.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.

His hand cracked against my ass again.

“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my ass to communicate I wanted more.

He gave it to me.

“Oh my God, Lo,” I moaned.

Another smack.

My head flew back. “
Yes.
”

Another one.

“God, Lo,
yes,
” I exclaimed and came,
hard
, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.

I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.

And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his cock right to the heart of me.

An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention
feeling
.

He couldn’t have come down before he pulled out, yanked me up and pressed his cock so that he’d buried it along the crevice of my ass.

But his arms wrapped around me tight, one at my ribs, one at my chest and he shoved his face in my neck.

“You called me Lo,” he said there, his breaths labored, his voice gruff.

Suddenly uncertain, I whispered, “Yes. I’ve heard the guys call you—”

He shoved his face deeper into my skin and squeezed so powerfully with his arms, my breath left me in a gush.

“This pleases me,” he whispered back.

Thank God.

I relaxed into him.

He kept whispering, his words soothing into my skin. “
You
please me.”

I closed my eyes but lifted my hands to his forearms, curling my fingers around tight.

He gave me another squeeze even as his hips pushed in, pressing his cock deeper between the cheeks of my ass. “Are you tender, dove?”

“Yes.”

“But all right?”

“Oh yes,” I breathed.

That got me another squeeze.

Then his arms relaxed (slightly) and his lips glided up my neck to my ear. “Some other time, I will take this arse,” and his hips pushed in again so I knew what he was saying.

A tremor shook my body.

I’d never done that.

But I wanted Apollo to do that to me. I wanted him to take me any way he could. I wanted to take him any way I could. I wanted to own him and I wanted him to own me.

And this knowledge shook me.

He wasn’t done.

“Your arse again red, your fingers working between your legs, you’ll climax with me buried inside it.”

Okay, now I was thinking I wanted that immediately.

“We’ll need oil,” I said softly and his teeth sank into my earlobe, which got another tremor before he shifted his lips to the skin at the back of my ear.

“I’ll get some,” he murmured there.

Goodie.

His arms moved. The one at my chest slanting to cup my breast. The one at my ribs doing the same to cup my sex.

“You give me this,” he said gently.

“Yes.”

“Freely,” he added.

“Yes.”

“With abandon,” he finished and he didn’t hide this pleased him as well.

I said nothing but I felt a lot. God, so much. It was almost impossible to contain.

He pulled me deeper into his body and again shoved his face into my neck. “This makes me happy.”

Oh
God.

“I’m glad, Lo.”

His mouth went back to my ear. “Is my dove happy?” he asked tenderly and I bit my lip and felt even
more
.

So much more, it was devouring me.

And I didn’t mind fading into it.

That shook me too.

My fingers tightened into his forearms and I answered, “Yes, I’m happy, Apollo.”

He said nothing for long moments. He just held me intimately, pressed close, both of us on our knees.

Finally, he broke the silence. “You’re seeping. I will wash you and we will sleep.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

That got me another squeeze and a kiss on the neck.

Then he moved away to settle me gently in the bed and he bent to brush his lips on my jaw before he left me.

Then he set about undoing me.

And he did this by washing me, sliding my nightgown on me, smoothing his hands over the material then joining me in the bed, pulling the covers up to my shoulders and gathering me close, tangling me up in him. He did all this tenderly, with that look I felt in my belly and around my heart on his face.

He also did it like I was breakable, but precious.

Cherished.

No one had touched me that way.

Not in my life.

He held me tight to him as he rolled side to side to turn out the gas lamps beside the bed, leaving us with nothing but the firelight.

When he settled us on our sides, he drew me even nearer and I felt his lips at the top of my hair.

“I tell you now, my poppy, for years, I never thought I would again be happy. Never again.” He tucked me closer and finished on a rough whisper. “So I never imagined I could be
happier.
”