Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(45)

“By the bloody gods,” he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into my hair and curling them around my scalp.

I slid him out but didn’t take him back in.

He lifted his h*ps and surged back in.

Yes.

Oh, f**k yes.

I took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his cock, my body trembling, my cl*t throbbing and suddenly I felt him knife up. His hands went under my arms and he hauled me up his body.

“Baby, I wasn’t—” I started to protest.

But he rolled me to my back, dragged my panties down my legs and moved around so he was on all fours over me, backwards.

Yes.

Oh, f**k yes.

I lifted my hands and curled my fingers around his ass, using it to pull my head and shoulders off the bed as he spread my thighs. Then his mouth was there. Right there. Just as I slid the tip of his c**k between my lips and he surged in.

He f**ked my mouth as his mouth ravaged my sex and I was done. I was there.

I exploded, moaning against his cock, clutching his ass, taking his thrusts. It was so huge, it engulfed me and my h*ps jerked against his mouth.

Still coming, he pulled out and I found myself yanked further in the bed. Then he was covering me. One of his arms hooked behind my knee, jerking it up. His h*ps fell between mine, I felt him hitch a knee high for leverage and I knew this was going to be good.

Through this, all I could see were his extraordinary jade green eyes burning into mine.

But he was there. Right there. I could feel him. But he wasn’t giving himself to me.

Instead, he was staring at me like he was waiting for the answer to a question.

I gave him the only answer I had.

“Please,” I whispered and he drove inside.

My neck arched back and my three free limbs surrounded him and squeezed tight.

He buried his face in my neck and groaned, “Maddie.”

Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, deep, hard, fast, rough, God, so hard, so freaking deep and so amazingly rough.

His mouth came to mine and I breathed, “Don’t come too fast. I’m not close to done.”

“My poppy, I drank the tea to keep up with you. I’ll stay hard all night.”

Excellent.

I felt my mouth smile and had no idea my eyes did the same.

Then they closed because he was kissing me, as hard, deep and rough as he was f**king me.

It was brilliant. So brilliant, I slid over the edge again and cried out when my latest orgasm shook me, the noise driving down his throat.

Moments later, he grunted his release down mine.

I was running my tongue down the side of his neck when he rolled us and pulled me up his body, positioning me in a way I knew what he wanted.

“But…you’re inside me,” I gasped just as his big hands closed on my h*ps and he yanked me down on his mouth.

My head flew back.

He fed on me ravenously as I ran my hands over my body, grinding into his mouth.

But suddenly, it was too much. I couldn’t take anything but what he was doing between my legs. The air on my skin was burning into me; my hair swaying down my back was driving me mad.

I lifted both arms and pulled my hair up, holding it at the back of my head, seeking maximum contact with Apollo’s talented lips and tongue even as one of his hands at my h*ps yanked me deeper.

I sensed something, looked over my shoulder and saw his other hand wrapped around his glorious cock, pumping.

Oh God.

Seriously.

How hot was that?

It was so hot, I cried out again, arching back, coming.

Excruciatingly.

Exquisitely.

He pulled me off and I was on my belly in the bed. I felt his knee nudging my legs apart, and still in the throes of my most recent cl**ax, I helped, spreading them wider. Then he was between my legs yanking up my hips.

He pounded in.

When he filled me, my head flew back, my hair drifting over my skin and I whimpered, “Yes,” as I started to push up to my hands.

I didn’t get very far as, still thrusting, I felt his hand in the middle of my back, pushing me down.

“No, Maddie, I just want your beautiful arse.”

I could do that. I so could.

I gave him my ass, tipping it high.

He took it, f**king me and I felt his wet thumb gliding between my cheeks and then it pressed inside the sensitive sweet spot.

Phenomenal.

I moaned as it overwhelmed me yet again, bucking back into him violently even as he pounded deep inside me and pressed his thumb in my ass.

“Beautiful, my poppy. Bloody hell, magnificent,” he growled, surged inside and I heard his grunts turn into a rumble before I heard his shuddering groan and just hearing it, another orgasm rolled over the one I was still having.

Hazy, still turned on, coming down, and even doing that, it building back up, Apollo pulled out. He gently rolled me to my back and covered me again, instantly sliding back inside and gliding slowly, his eyes holding mine, his lips a breath away.

“More?” he whispered.

“You up for it?” I whispered back.

I felt his lips touch mine and they were smiling, as were his eyes.

And in all the fabulous we’d just shared, that might have been the best part.

“Absolutely,” he murmured.

“Then yes,” I breathed and wrapped my legs around his hips. “More.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Please.” And I slid my tongue along his lips.