Bleed For Me (Loved By Gods #1)(3)

It had been so long. Too long.

With a final soft stroke, his hands fell away. She edged forward, placing her foot on the bottom step. Once she went upstairs with him, there would be no going back.

The stair creaked beneath her weight.

The rasp of Apollo’s deep breathing filled the air.

She could still hear the soft, echoing swoosh of his pounding blood, calling to her, tempting her.

She took another step.

No going back.

Her teeth were burning now, already stretching in preparation for the bite. She’d have to get him ready and make certain he was so far gone that he didn’t feel her teeth when they sank into his flesh, that he—hopefully—wouldn’t feel any pain.

She climbed up the stairs, moving faster with each step. Her body shook with hunger. A new, yearning need filled her. A need for him. Apollo.

Terese wanted him to touch her. She wanted those strong, warm hands on her flesh. She wanted him to put his mouth on her breasts.

They were at the top of the stairs now. A wooden door waited in front of her.

Her hand lifted, and her fingers curled around the silver knob.

“Go on,” Apollo urged. “Unless you’ve changed your mind…”

No. Haven’t done that. She opened the door. Stepped inside. Saw the couch. The king-sized bed. The small kitchen.

He kicked the door closed behind her. Then he caught her arms, spun her around and pushed her up against the rough wood. His hands clenched around the straps of her dress, and he yanked them down, baring her breasts.

Apollo inhaled sharply as he stared at her. Then his head lowered, and he took her breast into his mouth.

His tongue stroked her nipple, laving it with rough care. His fingers found her other breast. They tightened, plucking and squeezing the nipple. And his mouth kept sucking her…

Her sex grew moist. His thigh wedged between her legs, and her skirt hiked up. She pushed down against that strong thigh, rubbing, arching.

His head lifted, and his lips gleamed with moisture. He stared at her with shining blue eyes. “I’m going to f*ck you, Terese.”

She swallowed. Yes, that had been the plan. Part of it.

His thigh pressed upward, and the hard muscle rubbed against her tender flesh. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

A slow nod. Her panties were soaked. And he’d only just started to really touch her.

“Good.” That smile flashed again. “I’m hard as stone for you.” His arms locked around her, and he lifted her easily, carrying her toward the bed.

He dropped her lightly onto the mattress then yanked off her dress, pulling with rough force. He dropped the dress onto the floor and left her clad in just her black lace panties. Licking his lips, he stepped back, and began to strip.

Her eyes widened when she saw his chest. The guy was even better looking without the clothes. Tight, flexing muscles. Dark, flat nipples. A light thatch of hair veed down his chest. He kicked out of his pants and revealed the thick, hard length of his cock. Veins lined the shaft, and the wide head glistened with moisture.

Apollo leaned forward and pressed one knee into the mattress. His fingers rubbed against the skin of her upper thigh.

Terese licked her lips as she watched him. She couldn’t remember ever seeing a man look at her that way before. There was so much raw lust in his gaze.

It made her feel good. Sexy.

She’d felt like a monster for the past few months, but with Apollo, she was just a woman again.

His fingers trailed up her thigh. “Spread your legs for me, Terese.”

She did, opening herself fully to him. To his touch.

His broad fingers slipped under the edge of her panties. He found the center of her desire and stroked her lightly as he rubbed his warm fingers over her hungry flesh.

Her hips arched against him, and a thin, choked cry slipped past her lips. Oh, yes…

One think finger plunged into her even as his thumb pushed against her sensitive flesh, the pressure intense. Perfect.

“You’re tight,” he whispered. “You’re going to feel so f*cking good.”

He already felt pretty damn amazing to her. He knew just how to touch her, knew just where to stroke—

Another finger worked up inside her. He stretched her, pulled his fingers almost completely out of her, then thrust them back inside.

Terese squeezed her eyes shut as a moan broke from her. She was so close to coming…with just the touch of his hand.

His tongue rubbed over her nipple. Then his mouth closed over her breast. He sucked her and pulled her flesh deep into his mouth.

And shoved his fingers inside her in a quick plunge.

“Apollo!” Her body bowed off the bed. So close—

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a harsh snap.

Her lashes lifted. Her gaze locked on him.

She was panting, her body shaking, need burning through her. Why had he stopped? She wanted—

His fingers curled around the elastic band of her panties, and he yanked, shredding the material. The lace fell onto the bed, exposing the dark curling hair at the juncture of her thighs and the glistening folds of her sex.

His pupils flared. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

Terese nodded, unable to speak. Yes, definitely, yes—

His hands squeezed her thighs, then shoved them even farther apart. He lowered his body, and his golden head dipped between her legs.