Radiant Sin(69)

Apollo licks his lips. “Now, we can begin properly.”





27


Apollo

In the past, I’ve viewed sex as an intricate dance between myself and my partners. One of consent and power exchange and finding out exactly what makes them tick in order to bring them as much pleasure as possible. All those impulses are there with Cassandra. I am who I am, after all.

But they’re superseded by sheer need.

My logical side has clicked off and there’s only desire. It takes everything I have not to lose control now that she’s naked and spread out, looking at me like I hold the keys to everything she needs. I want to be that for Cassandra. Desperately.

If I can’t give her everything, at least I can give her pleasure. Escape. Comfort.

I smooth her hair back from her face and press a kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips. She tries to arch and to deepen the kiss, but I keep moving before she can. I can’t quite keep it light, though. I drag my mouth over the curve of her shoulder, the softness of her arm up to where the rope binds her, and then repeat the process on the other arm.

She shakes like a leaf, little whimpers slipping past her lips that I’m not certain she realizes she’s making. It’s a heady thing to affect this self-possessed woman so deeply. To have her trust me to guide this, to get her where she needs to be. I cherish the feeling, doing my best to memorize it as I move to her breasts.

I lavish attention on them, pressing them together so I can alternate between her nipples. I can’t get enough. Gods, I can barely believe this is happening at all. It feels like a particularly vivid fantasy, as if at any moment I’ll open my eyes and find myself alone in my bed, my fist wrapped around my cock.

I keep playing with her until her shaking has graduated to full tremors. Each breath is gasping and needy and her dark eyes have glazed over with desire. Only then do I move down, giving her stomach and hips the same thorough treatment. She’s so lovely, it makes it hard to breathe.

As tempting as making her come again is, I promised to fulfill her fantasy and that’s exactly what I intend to do. I deny us both and bypass her pussy, worshipping first one leg down to her ankle and then the other.

By the time I finally kneel between her thighs, we’re both breathing hard and she’s so wet, she’s glistening. I drag my knuckle down her center. “Perfect.”

“You keep saying that word.” Her voice is ragged and hoarse.

“I mean it.” I watch her face as I press two fingers into her. She’s even wetter than she was earlier, her body more than ready for mine. “You’re bold and smart and kind, Cassandra. It’s a privilege to take care of you tonight, and I’m glad you trust me to be there for you.”

She smiles, though her mouth trembles a little around the edges. “You’re making it very difficult to protect my heart right now.”

You don’t have to protect your heart from me.

I don’t say the words.

I run my hands up her thighs and press them wide. Her eyes slide half-shut as I grab a condom and rip open the package. It’s quick work to get it on, but I make myself go slower than normal, ensuring it’s properly done. This close to paradise, I’m determined to do nothing to taint the experience.

Now that the moment is here, it feels surreal. I prop myself up with a hand on the bed at her side to brace myself and press my cock into her. We both moan as I work into her in slow, shallow strokes. She wraps her thighs around my hips, urging me deeper. “More. Give me more.”

“Impatient.”

“For you? Always.”

Kissing her is the most natural thing in the world. I can’t believe I’ve spent the last five years not kissing Cassandra Gataki. She kisses me like she’ll never get enough, like she wants to imprint this experience on her memory with the same intensity that I do.

It takes me a moment to gather my wits about me, to smother my instinct to drive into her as deeply as possible. She told me what she wants, and I’ll be damned before I give her anything less than perfection.

I begin to move inside her slowly, but each stroke frays my ability to think, to plan. It feels too good to have her in my arms, her ankles locked at the small of my back. I lose myself a little more with each wave of pleasure that rises.

Time ceases to have meaning. There is only Cassandra. Her little helpless sounds. Her body moving against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself. Her eyes glazed with pleasure and yet focusing on me with an intensity that strikes right to my core.

Don’t leave.

I love you.

Words I will never say.

I can only show her with my mouth, my hands, my cock. In this moment, everything I am is devoted to her pleasure. I change my angle so I can reach between our bodies to stroke her clit. Cassandra cries out. “More.”

“Anything for you.” The words have too much intensity, too much truth, but there’s no recalling them now. I keep up the exact touch she seems to find the most pleasing and watch as she comes apart beneath me. I will never get enough of the moment of total surrender when she orgasms. The trust she places in me is staggering. I’ll do everything I can to ensure she never regrets it.

I slow down, giving her time to come back to herself, giving myself time to wrestle back from the brink. She blinks up at me, dark eyes wide. “I want to touch you.” I hesitate, but she presses harder. “Apollo, please.”