Chapter 31
I stare at him, and he stares at me.
My pulse is hammering against my neck, my breathing shallow and fast.
He carries me to his king suite. There is a massive bed in the middle of the dimly lit room, I faintly note through my brain haze.
This is happening?
This could turn south if he starts asking me questions. The lust haze could clear and make way for doubt.
“Who made your dress?” His voice is husky and hot.
The dreaded questions.
But the dress is killer.
I can play hardball too. I am not going to let this go south.
Smiling, I tilt my head at him like he always does to me. I can be coy and tempting just as well as he can. Seduction can go many ways. I can feel him putting up some walls which I will break down .
Time to step out of my comfort zone.
“Do you like it?” I ask as innocently as possible, doing a slight spin for him. “I think red is a confident color.”
He watches me, almost unsure how to take my sudden mood change. “Are you confident, then?” His voice is soft and harsh at the same time.
I give a throaty laugh. “ ~Oh,~ very,” I purr.
He closes his eyes for a moment then he pins me. “You know why I’m upset.”
I can still hear the music through the walls. His room is very close to the Great Hall.
“Stop the questions and dance with me,” I say with a grin that I know made men in the past do stupid things. I start swaying my hips, the champagne giving me some bold moves.
I close my eyes, thanking my lucky stars I have perfect rhythm. I start humming a song that is ~NOT ~ of this world, just to add to the playfulness.
What song? “Close” by Nick Jonas.
Legit song.
I have a decent voice and I’m just barely mouthing the tune. I wonder if this world has heard anything close to pop music.
“What are you singing?” he asks in a low voice, black eyes glittering. He’s probably never heard that style of singing.
It’s seductive.
I laugh and shrug. “You like it?” I can hold a tune well. I actually impress myself. If he doubts me being from this world, this might confirm it.
I reach up and start taking pins out of my hair, still swaying with my imaginary song. My glossy hair falls down my back, and I give it a shake before I resume my seductive singing, humming .
Apollo looks intense and on ~fire.~
His chest is rising and falling, mouth hanging slightly open.
I smile and lock eyes with him, swaying.
Apollo runs a hand down his face like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. His gaze travels down the length of me. The man is on the edge. Just a couple more pushes and he’s mine.
I hum as I walk over to the massive four-poster bed. I test out the sturdiness of the columns and deem them durable. I sing suddenly and glance back at him, giving him a catlike grin.
This is a lot of fun, seducing the sexiest man alive.
“You’re trying to seduce me?” he asks, wiping his mouth.
I bite my lip and grab onto the post, casually swinging around it. “Never would I think it.” That makes me smile at him clearly being uncomfortable in the best way.
This is working better than I thought, and I’ve just started.
Adrenaline pounds in my veins at his predatory expression as he watches me, his hands grasping a dresser, knuckles white. That will only hold him for so long. I beam to myself.
Pierce hooked it up for me. I can feel garters under my dress which I do not think is custom here. I think Pierce gave me some Earthly fashion to take down Apollo.
“It won’t work.” His voice is husky. “I want you to tell me who the hell you are.”
Not working?
I almost giggle.
~Silly man. ~
This dress is way too ballgown-y to swing around a pole and not have an epic fail. My hands slowly move over my breasts and down to my waist, circling around to my back.
I doubt girls are this bold here ~ever.~
Apollo makes a harsh noise, but I delightfully ignore him. No going back after this. He has not seen anything yet. I’m about to rock his world.
I’m not wearing a bra, so I will be dancing topless with my thong and garter. My pulse is beating so fast I can barely hear myself think.
Which is good—no thinking, just reacting.
I start to unzip my dress and open my eyes, locking them with his, slightly licking my ruby lips. He gives me a warning look— ~don’t do it~ . I don’t stop and he takes a slow step toward me as if to scare me into stopping.
“Angel,” he hisses, pleads. “Don’t.”
Not a chance.
I turn around and let the dress fall to the ground, shimmying out of it, giving him a view of my tone, apple bottom. I bend over, and I can hear his sharp intake of breath as I step out of the confines of the gown.
I flip up seductively, my long hair touching my ass. I start moving my hand over my sensitive skin, feeling like I am about to ignite. Moments tick by as I take a steady breath.
My garters are ruby red with glossy black fishnets. ~Oh my~ . They are more risqué than I thought. I hadn’t been able to see them before this, only feel them.
Don’t cower now.
It is as if time stands still. Heartbeats go by. I cover my breasts and slowly turn around, leaning on the bedpost behind me, moving hypnotically.
Apollo’s hand is covering his mouth like he is frozen solid, not moving a muscle. The only way I know he is not a statue is the rise and fall of his chest. He looks like he is about to hyperventilate.
~So thrilling!~
He drops his hand, leaving his mouth hanging open. Apollo’s glittering gaze meets mine and a dark smile suddenly spreads over his lips. My skin tingles and my stomach tightens in response.
I lower in my movements then back up again, back pressing to the poster.
“Drop your arms, ~now,”~ he orders in a harsh whisper, licking his lips.
I bite my lip, noticing the bulge in his pants has grown three times its size.
~Checkmate, Apollo.~
I drop my arms, giving him a full view of my glorious C-cup girls. My nipples are tight, and my skin is on fire, flushed. I move before Apollo can pounce on me, not able to look him in the eyes just yet.
I can feel his energy escalating, making me a little apprehensive.
I grab the pole and climb up it, moving and rocking my hips, then sliding down, spreading my legs. I am very flexible and limber, something I’m sure is shocking Apollo.
A bold move indeed.
I was going to dance more for him, but in an instant, I am pinned to the wall, hands over my head.
I gasp when I feel him devour my neck then my breasts, yanking me up to give him better access. I moan, scream, pant, squirm as he sucks my nipples.
He is out for revenge.
My wrists are pinned above me, and I am at his mercy.
He finally lets go of my hands and grabs my ass, grinding against me while he sucks and kisses me everywhere he can: my neck, chin, shoulder, earlobe—before lifting me up again to torture my breasts.
Apollo is a storm, barely giving me time to react or breathe. I moan his name and then desperately grab at his shirt. “Off!” I pant.
His dark gaze glitters as he removes his shirt with one violent pull.
~Holy moly.~
~Apollo is like a superhero, muscles flexing and shifting.~
Instant skin on skin, my breasts pressed to his hard, muscled chest. The sensation is overwhelming, especially when I can feel him ripping my thong in half with a dark grin.
My lower region is on fire, and my mind is in a delicious haze as I feel his hand start to work me ~there~ .
I come so hard and fast that I scream—and he’s ~barely~ touched me, for crying out loud. This man is just too much sexiness for me to handle. A mere little human versus a god-like creature.
My lady bits are dazed and confused, like the moment you wake up in a hospital bed with doctors leaning over you with a bright light.
I hear him chuckle and the sound is the hottest thing I have ever heard. “I am going to torture you all night,” he threatens in my ear, sending an instant thrill down my spine. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He slaps my ass then throws me on the bed only to pounce on me, taking my legs and spreading them aggressively.
I should not be surprised at his fervor. I must have been driving him mad for this amount of heated passion.
I sit up as our lips collide, his mouth dominating mine. His tongue thrusts into mine, and I can feel his teeth, biting and sucking in a fiery frenzy. I am gasping for air.
He jerks my head back by pulling my hair, kissing down my neck, biting, licking, sucking. I gasp, feeling perspiration dotting my body.
I have ~ never~ been with a man with an ounce of whatever Apollo is producing. This man’s sexual appetite is breaking the scale.
I grab for his pants, wanting all of Apollo desperately. He growls in my ear and lets me frantically remove his pants. My eyes widen when his pants are removed.
Apollo in all his glory. Adonis, unnaturally glorious. His erection is huge and ready. I am mesmerized for a moment as I take him in my hungry gaze.
I lean up and slowly grab the hot length of him, hearing him hiss in delight. I have so much power now, the mighty Apollo pleading with me, begging me to use my mouth.
And I do, enjoying every minute of torturing him, pleasing him.
He groans and fists my hair, sending a thrill down my spine. I speed up my pace, tasting him, feeling the heat. He is delicious, just like I thought.
He pulls back with a jolt.
“Enough, ~Angel~ ,” he rasps, and pulls me off him, pinning me on the bed again. Apollo is a dominant creature, and it’s extremely hot.
~Too hot, heady.~
He moves, and his mouth devours me down ~there ~ and brings me to many climaxes that I can barely withstand. I am screaming for mercy, but he does not stop.
I am in a daze, sensations taking over my mind and soul.
I feel like I have run a marathon.
Once again, his lips are on mine, but his touch is soft this time. Soft and ~loving~, imprinting on me. I feel him, his heart and soul, and I need all of it.
There is no way I’m walking away from this not being wholly changed and affected forever .
“Apollo,” I breathe.
I feel so much emotion.
Apollo gazes down at me as he penetrates me, making me gasp. He takes me hard and fast, bracing over me as he pumps to a delicious rhythm.
I didn’t think he would fit, but it would seem that I am a perfect fit.
After that moment, all I can remember is him kissing me as my world ignites into a bonfire. With each thrust of his hips, I’m being further and further claimed by him.
I’m spinning with pleasure when I feel him tense, spilling himself into me. We both are spent, and he falls on top of me, breathing hard, kissing my neck, cupping my face.
“I’m falling in love with you,” I blurt, heart pounding.
He tenses and lifts to look at me, dark eyes are intense. “Falling?” he asks with a sudden boyish smile. He clicks his tongue.
I just stare at him, biting my lip.
He sighs and lifts himself up to stare down at me. “After round two, you’d better ~know~ you love me.”
The dark look in his gaze promises naughty things to come.