Bleed For Me (Loved By Gods #1)(14)

“And I won’t let anyone hurt you.” His words were a vow. “Trust me, Terese. I can protect you.” His lips feathered over her jaw. “I can give you everything you need in this world.”

Her eyes closed. “I wish I’d met you months ago.” Before…

His breath blew against her skin. “I’m here now. That’s all that matters. The past is gone…”

As was her human life. She knew that. Time to pony up and deal with it.

“The future is right here.”

He raised his head and smiled down at her. Sexy dimples.

“I’m your perfect partner. You can’t kill me, no matter how much blood you take. And you can f*ck me to your heart’s content.”

Terese’s heart kicked in her chest.

“But it’s only gonna be me, do you understand? From here on out, only me.” He stared down at her as his hands stroked her flesh. “You need to feed, you feed from me. You need to f*ck, you f*ck me.”

The idea of biting someone else filled her with revulsion. She’d tasted the sweet warmth of Apollo’s blood, a blood that was so different from Eric’s bitter bile, and even now, she hungered for more of him.

As for wanting another man…well, she’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted him. Never felt such strong passion, had such freaking amazing sex…until him.

His hands slipped beneath the bodice of her dress, and his fingers, those strong, wicked fingers, plucked her nipples. “Terese, promise me.”

She felt her sex moisten. “Only—ah—you.”

He growled. “Right answer.” He yanked her dress down, baring her breasts completely. “And I’ll only be with you. No one else can even f*cking compare.” Then his mouth latched onto her right breast, sucking, licking, biting—

Her knees buckled. His arm caught her as she slipped and easily held her upright. “You taste so good,” he rasped against her flesh and turned his attention to her other breast. His lips closed over her plump flesh, and he sucked her breast, pulling the nipple deeply into his mouth, using his tongue, his teeth.

But this time, she wanted something…more. “Apollo…”

He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling jerkily.

“I…want to taste you.” Her admission.

He turned his head as he offered his throat.

“No.” She took a deep breath. “I want to taste you.”

Terese saw the understanding in his eyes. “I-I’ll be careful,” she promised. Sure, the fangs might put some guys off—

His hands moved to her shoulders and he pushed Terese to her knees.

—but, Apollo wasn’t your average guy.

“I like to be sucked hard,” he told her as his fingers trailed over her lips.

Her knees were on the wooden floor. Her hand still cradled his cock. Her tongue snaked out, lightly licking the thick head and sweeping away that sweet drop of moisture.

A growl built in his throat. “Open your mouth.”

She licked him again, a long, slow lick from base to head.

He shuddered.

Terese knew he wanted to control her, that he wanted to dominate, but she wasn’t going to let him. It was her turn to have the power. Her turn to control the pleasure.

Her tongue curled over the head of his arousal.

“Terese…suck my cock.”

Her lips opened over him, and she took him inside, just one inch, then she pulled back.

His hands tightened in her hair.

She smiled up at him. Then she took him inside, deep inside, and she sucked him, tight and hard.

“Oh, yes.” His eyes closed and he thrust against her mouth. “Just like that.”

Her tongue licked the underside of his cock, and she drew him even deeper into her mouth. She could feel the head of his cock against her throat, feel the rough, thick ridge of his flesh. Her mouth worked him, licking, sucking, and holding him tight with her cheeks and tongue.

His cock swelled, pulsed, and she knew his orgasm was coming. Arousal flooded her as she worked him, and her fingers trailed down her body, slipped between her legs and rubbed, pushed. There.

She could taste him already. Taste his rich, warm flavor—

“No!” He pulled back, stepping away from her.

Blinking, Terese stared up at him. Her lips were open and trembling. Her hand was buried between her legs—

His eyes widened as he gazed down at her.

She froze as she realized just what she was doing.

Before she could even blush, he grabbed her, jerked her upright, and hauled her over to the sofa. Then he was pushing her onto the cushions, shoving her dress up, and burying that thick cock in her sex. He thrust into her, driving deep over and over and she loved it, loved it.

Her head thrashed against the sofa. She lifted her hips, shoving against him, wanting to take him deeper, deeper—

Her legs wrapped around his hips. She moaned, a high, keening cry. “More,” she gasped, her hips pushing against his. “I want more.” She wanted all of him.

He tilted her hips, moving so that his cock pushed past her clit on every stroke. That rubbing, that friction, had her shuddering and begging.

So much for being in control…

But she wasn’t alone. She could tell by the frenzied thrust of hips against her that Apollo’s own control had broken.