Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(134)

At that, his shaft throbbed.

She pulled him free and caught his eyes as she positioned; first one knee in the bed, then the other, climbing on.

“Guide me inside,” he whispered.

She licked her lips and he felt her reach between them, her hand wrapping around him. He stifled the rumble rolling up his chest as she slid the tip of him through her wet silkiness until he caught at her opening.

Gazing at him, slowly, she glided down until he filled her.

Apollo wrapped his arms around her, head tipped back to keep her gaze, his voice nearly hoarse when he kept whispering. “This is us, my dove.”

“It is, Lo,” she whispered back, her sex pulsating around his shaft.

“You’re safe,” he repeated.

“Yes.” She was still whispering.

“You’re mine,” he declared, his voice now almost guttural.

She closed her eyes, dropped her head so her forehead was resting on his and lifted both hands to wrap them around either side of his neck.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Look at me, poppy.”

Her eyes opened but she didn’t lift her head.

“I wish to lie back and watch you take me.”

Her forehead rolled on his as she nodded. “Anything, Apollo.”

Gently disengaging from her hold, he lay back.

She kept his gaze as he did and once he was settled, his hands at her hips, she started moving.

Apollo watched.

And felt.

And listened.

And as he did, he memorized it all. Every wet, sleek inch of her he could feel gliding on his cock, her thighs pressed to his hips, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her br**sts moving against the satin, her gaze on him heating with each stroke, her soft gasps each time she filled herself with him.

“Faster, dove,” he encouraged.

“Yes,” she breathed, moving faster on him as he watched.

And he watched as she raised her arms, her hands moving behind her neck, lifting up her hair as if its touch, the sway of it against her skin was too much.

His Madeleine.

Sheer beauty.

“Keep your hair up, Maddie,” he groaned.

“Yes, baby,” she whimpered, moving faster, her soft gasps coming quicker, deeper. “Lo, I need your thumb,” she begged and he immediately gave it to her.

When he pressed in and rolled, he watched her back arch.

“God,” she moaned.

“Take me, Maddie,” he ordered, now bucking his hips, watching her take him, her br**sts nearly spilling out of the satin.

She dropped her arms to arch back further, riding him now as he took her, her fingers curling around his thighs.

“That’s it, poppy,” he rumbled, his one hand holding her steady, his other thumb circling deeper. “Take me.”

“Lo.”

He bucked harder.

“God! Lo!” she exclaimed, her sex convulsing around his shaft with her cl**ax, her cries short and low but sharp.

“Keep taking me,” he grunted, driving his h*ps up into her beautiful bucking body.

“Yes, Lo, yes. Forever, baby. I’ll take you forever,” she gasped, still cl**axing, and he exploded.

He pressed his head into the mattress. The muscles of his neck straining, he moved his thumb so that he could clamp both his hands on her h*ps to hold her tight to his cock. Thus, he shot his seed inside her on a grunt followed by a low rumbling groan that shook through him. And, at her whimper, he knew it shook through her.

He was barely recovered before he ordered brusquely. “Come here.”

Instantly, she dropped forward, her weight landing on him, her hot, wet sex still enveloping him. When she got close, she shoved her face in his neck.

Apollo wrapped his arms around her and turned his head so he had her ear.

“This is us. That was us. We’re here my poppy. We’re alive. We’re together, my dove.”

He felt her body still on his for a brief moment before she pressed it into his, pushing her face deeper into his neck.

“They will not take you from me,” he vowed and she slid her hand up his chest to curl her fingers around his neck and held on tight.

He memorized that too, everything, burning all that was Madeleine at that moment into his brain before he slowly sat up, taking her with him, reveling in the noise that was part surprise, part pleasure that glided up her throat.

He found his feet, holding her to him. She wrapped her legs around him and he moved through the room. He stopped by the pitcher of water left for them. He lifted her gently, sliding her off his c**k and setting her on her feet. Holding her in his arm, carefully, he cleaned her as she leaned against him.

“Stay close, dove,” he murmured as he let her go.

She did as asked and he disrobed, dropping his boots and clothes to the floor where they stood. He then moved his attention to her, unhooking the stays at her back and dropping her bustier to the floor.

Apollo then lifted her and carried her to the bed. Bending low, he threw back the covers, still holding her close. He placed her in the bed, joining her there the minute her back hit the mattress, covering her. He pulled the bedclothes over them and shifted his weight into a forearm.

He then looked down at her to see her gazing up at him. Her eyes warm and sleepy.

And trusting.

His chest warmed as he lifted a hand and brushed a lock of hair from her face.