Bleed For Me (Loved By Gods #1)(4)
His breath blew over her clit, a long, slow breath that had her tensing in anticipation. Then he licked her.
Her heels dug into the bed even as Terese buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.
He growled, and the rumble vibrated against her flesh.
“Apollo…”
He thrust his tongue inside of her.
Terese screamed and came on a long, hot tide of pleasure.
He licked her, tasting her cream, rubbing his tongue over her, and murmuring softly as she shook beneath him.
Then he was moving back, positioning his muscled legs between hers, and he pushed the thick head of his cock into the opening of her sex. “My turn,” he growled and drove into her in one deep, hard thrust.
He filled her completely. He caught her hands and pinned them to the bed. And he thrust into her, again and again.
Apollo’s mouth opened over her shoulder. He sucked her flesh, his teeth lightly scoring her in a delicious bite.
Oh, yes…Her nails dug into his back. Another orgasm built within her as the hunger spiraled inside her.
His head lifted, and his neck—that strong, golden neck—was just inches away from her mouth.
“You’re so tight.” His nostrils flared. “So good…” He drove into her again, pushing his cock balls deep into her sex.
His neck…it was just out of reach—
She locked her arms around him and twisted, sending them both rolling across the bed.
“What the—”
Terese was on top of him. Her legs straddled his hips, and his thick, wonderful cock was still buried inside of her. “My turn now,” she whispered, and began to move. Up and down. Harder. Faster.
Up.
Down.
He clenched his teeth. His fingers wrapped around her hips, and he pulled her down onto him, pushing up in a powerful thrust at the same time.
A moan of pleasure hummed in her throat.
She could feel him in so deep, so deep.
Her fingers splayed across his chest. Terese rolled her hips, then rode his cock.
Up.
Down.
Harder, faster.
Her head lowered over his throat. Her tongue snaked out and licked his flesh.
Harder, faster.
His cock pushed even deeper inside of her. His fingers slipped around her waist.
Up.
Her mouth opened on his neck. Her teeth pressed lightly against his pounding pulse.
Down. Harder—
Her teeth sank into him. She pierced his throat in one smooth bite.
“Terese!” he shuddered. His body tightened as he came inside of her, and his semen erupted in a hot blast.
The sweet warmth of his blood flowed over her tongue. Sweeter, richer than she’d ever imagined.
Power surged through her. Raw. Wild.
Her hips slammed down on his, and a second orgasm ripped through her.
And as she came, she drank, taking his warm, wet blood into her mouth. Taking it, taking it—
“Terese…” Her name was a whisper this time. A soft, weak whisper.
Weak?
She drew back as horror filled her. What had she done?
She couldn’t remember how long she’d been drinking from him. Couldn’t remember how much blood she’d taken.
She only knew she’d lost control.
The monster had taken over.
Chapter Two
What in the name of Zeus had she done to him?
Apollo lay in the bed, his eyes closed, and his body still shuddering with little aftershocks of pleasure.
Terese. Her name whispered through his mind. The woman was amazing. What had she done there at the end? Her mouth had been on his neck, sucking his flesh, and her tight little sex had milked his cock, then she’d—
“Apollo?” Her slightly cool palm stroked his cheek. “Are you all right? Oh, please, please be all right.” Her palm tapped him, once, twice. “Please.”
He smiled. “I’m fine.” Fine was definitely too tame of a word. He felt about twenty times better than fine.
And it was all because of the lovely, mysterious Terese.
Apparently the other gods had been right…choosing a mortal for a companion was the best way to go.
His lashes lifted, and he stared at Terese’s beautiful, but slightly worried face. “What did you do to me?”
She flinched and jumped from the bed.
“Terese…” What was happening? Why wasn’t she still in bed with him, her lush body pressed against him? He knew she’d enjoyed the sex as much as he had. He’d felt her climax—first against his mouth and then around his cock.
She yanked on the leather dress. “I-I have to go—” She stumbled back and nearly tripped over her discarded heels.
His hand waved toward the door. Not going anywhere. He’d just found her, and he wasn’t ready to let her out of his life yet.
Her hand clenched around the doorknob and she twisted it. Nothing happened.
Apollo rose from the bed and stretched slowly. He pulled his jeans on, but didn’t bother to button them. If he had his way, he’d be removing the jeans soon anyway.
Her knuckles whitened, and she jerked—
The doorknob popped off in her hand.
Apollo sauntered toward her. “Why are you trying to leave?” He asked, bending to inhale the sweet scent of her body.