Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(92)

My held fell back again as I breathed, “Fuck yes.”

And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.

My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.

He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.

There was no control.

There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.

He shifted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his cock.

I loved it. It tore through me, pushing me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.

But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pushing my heels into his shoulders as his h*ps pounded into mine, our eyes locked.

“Baby,” I whispered.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.

“I’m close,” I gasped. “If I do that, I’ll come apart.”

“Touch yourself, Maddie,” he growled.

My head shook on the bed. “Baby, I—”

He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my h*ps so I was face down but ass up in the bed.

Then his hand cracked against my ass.

Oh God. God, God, God.

Yes.

My h*ps jerked, my ass stung, my body f**king burned.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.

His hand cracked against my ass again.

“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my ass to communicate I wanted more.

He gave it to me.

“Oh my God, Lo,” I moaned.

Another smack.

My head flew back. “Yes.”

Another one.

“God, Lo, yes,” I exclaimed and came, hard, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.

I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.

And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his c**k right to the heart of me.

An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention feeling.

He couldn’t have come down before he pulled out, yanked me up and pressed his c**k so that he’d buried it along the crevice of my ass.

But his arms wrapped around me tight, one at my ribs, one at my chest and he shoved his face in my neck.

“You called me Lo,” he said there, his breaths labored, his voice gruff.

Suddenly uncertain, I whispered, “Yes. I’ve heard the guys call you—”

He shoved his face deeper into my skin and squeezed so powerfully with his arms, my breath left me in a gush.

“This pleases me,” he whispered back.

Thank God.

I relaxed into him.

He kept whispering, his words soothing into my skin. “You please me.”

I closed my eyes but lifted my hands to his forearms, curling my fingers around tight.

He gave me another squeeze even as his h*ps pushed in, pressing his c**k deeper between the cheeks of my ass. “Are you tender, dove?”

“Yes.”

“But all right?”

“Oh yes,” I breathed.

That got me another squeeze.

Then his arms relaxed (slightly) and his lips glided up my neck to my ear. “Some other time, I will take this arse,” and his h*ps pushed in again so I knew what he was saying.

A tremor shook my body.

I’d never done that.

But I wanted Apollo to do that to me. I wanted him to take me any way he could. I wanted to take him any way I could. I wanted to own him and I wanted him to own me.

And this knowledge shook me.

He wasn’t done.

“Your arse again red, your fingers working between your legs, you’ll cl**ax with me buried inside it.”

Okay, now I was thinking I wanted that immediately.

“We’ll need oil,” I said softly and his teeth sank into my earlobe, which got another tremor before he shifted his lips to the skin at the back of my ear.

“I’ll get some,” he murmured there.

Goodie.

His arms moved. The one at my chest slanting to cup my breast. The one at my ribs doing the same to cup my sex.

“You give me this,” he said gently.

“Yes.”

“Freely,” he added.

“Yes.”

“With abandon,” he finished and he didn’t hide this pleased him as well.

I said nothing but I felt a lot. God, so much. It was almost impossible to contain.

He pulled me deeper into his body and again shoved his face into my neck. “This makes me happy.”

Oh God.

“I’m glad, Lo.”

His mouth went back to my ear. “Is my dove happy?” he asked tenderly and I bit my lip and felt even more.

So much more, it was devouring me.

And I didn’t mind fading into it.

That shook me too.

My fingers tightened into his forearms and I answered, “Yes, I’m happy, Apollo.”