Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Apollo
It’s midnight when my family is finally done passing around Rayna like a shiny new toy.
Between all the little ones vying for her attention, and my sisters talking her ear off, I’m surprised she hasn’t suffocated.
I caught her looking overwhelmed more than once, but she made no effort to escape, or even to look for me for help.
She wanted to endure, and she succeeded.
“It’s so weird that you’re going to bed with him,” Yordan tells her quietly, likely assuming I can’t hear him. “You could probably get your own room if you tried, you know? At least until you’re married.”
Rayna chuckles at her brother. “I don’t mind sharing. I may as well get used to it. It’s how I’ll spend the rest of my life, after all.”
Damn right, it is.
I watch the siblings from the corner of my eye, not even pretending to hide my interest. He doesn’t see me, but Yordan looks like he’s swallowed a lemon. “So fucking weird.”
“Language,” she tsks. “Now go to bed, there’s a giant bathtub in my new room that’s calling my name. I don’t think I’ve used my muscles this much in one day, well, ever.”
“All right,” he says reluctantly. “You know where my room is if you need me.”
“Right back at you, milichko.”
The siblings share a silent look, understanding passing between them. And after giving him a quick hug, Rayna walks over to the couch, finding me quickly. I’m surprised to find that she isn’t scowling.
“You heard every word of that, didn’t you?”
“Yordan still has progress to make on his stealth skills,” I reply, amused.
She sighs, crossing her arms. “Well, as long as you’re not upset with him checking on me, I guess I don’t care that you eavesdropped.”
“I’d be upset if he didn’t check on you,” I inform her, telling the truth. “It doesn’t matter how much he trusts me, he should always care about his sister enough to put her first.”
Rayna hides a smile, ducking her head. Her hair frames the sides of her face, and I have the sudden urge to reach out and wrap it around my fist. “Well, good. I’m going to go take a bath before bed. Will you be up soon?”
“Yes.” I wouldn’t normally, but with her here? I believe I’ll find myself in bed much more consistently. “I have to check in with the night shift guards and settle a few things, but I’ll be up for bed in a bit.”
I notice the smallest tinge of pink blooming on her cheeks. “Okay.”
Without another word, she disappears upstairs, and I resist the impulse to follow her.
Despite the time of night, I do still have responsibilities.
Watching her get into the bath sounds much more appealing.
But unfortunately, Rayna’s soaking wet, naked body is not going to keep the family safe and secure. It would make me feel good, though.
Going through the motions of my nighttime routine, I make sure to pay attention to small details, despite wanting my mind to be elsewhere. And finally, once the house feels as it should, I make my way up to my bedroom.
To our bedroom, actually.
Finding our bed empty, I silently thank God that the doorway to the bathroom ensuite is lit.
Keeping my steps quiet, I make my way to the closet.
I exchange my suit for a pair of black sweatpants, already feeling my cock stir with anticipation.
The memory of what we tried to start earlier has been on my mind for hours, and I intend to finish it now.
Though I want to let myself into the bathroom and feast my eyes upon my fiancée without warning, I don’t. I do the proper thing and knock first. Fingers rapping against the door twice, I listen closely for a response.
“Apollo?” she calls out softly. “That you?”
“Yes.”
She hesitates. Until:
“You can come in.”
I don’t need to be invited twice. I open the door and steamy air hits my face as the sweet smell of vanilla fills my nose.
My eyes find the bath in an instant, Rayna’s head floating above the water.
Her hair is pulled up into a bun, little black and blonde pieces spilling out of the top.
Her face is flushed from the warmth of her bath, and I realize quickly that she hasn’t added any bubbles in the water. I can see everything.
“Enjoying yourself, love?” I ask, voice dropping an octave.
“If you mentioned the bathtub when you asked me to marry you, I might have said yes faster,” she jokes, looking positively blissful.
“I would have mentioned it if I’d known you would let me look at you while you’re in it.” I tilt my head, stepping closer to get an even clearer view.
“Enjoy it while you can,” Rayna suggests, lips twitching. “You’re not going to be able to see as much once you fulfill your obligation to put a baby in me. I’ll be round and swollen and probably speckled with stretch marks.”
My cock jumps, seeing a flash of the picture she’s painting. “Trust me, love. When I put a baby in you, it won’t be out of obligation. And the view…will be just as tempting. If not more so.”
I watch her throat bob and her eyes become heavily lidded. She likes the thought as much as I do.
“Are you feeling tired, micina?” I ask, tipping my head down at her. “You’ve had such a long day.”
“Not tired at all,” she admits, her eyes shamelessly scanning my bare chest. “I feel kind of restless, honestly.”
“Would you like help with that?”
Her breath catches, her breasts lifting just above the water before falling back down. She’s glistening under the fluorescent lights, and I love that she’s not hiding from me. She doesn’t care that I have a full view of every intimate part of her. In fact, she likes it.
She likes that I can see her pretty little pussy tucked between her thighs, and the swell of her breasts floating softly under the water. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve already had her, that she doesn’t try and cover up. But either way, her confidence in her appearance makes me fucking hard.
“How would you help?” she rasps, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. “I’m quite comfortable in my bath, you know.”
“Drain half of the water, and I’ll show you.”
Rayna gives me a contemplative glance. “Won’t I get cold?”
“Do you think you’ll be cold with my fingers in your hot little cunt?”
“Draining half the water it is,” she quips, leaning forward to pull the stopper. Her tits bouncing enough to draw my eye. I want to squeeze them and sink my teeth into their softness.
I’ve been with other women plenty of times before.
All of them a means to an end, to blow off steam.
I wasn’t selfish with them, but not a single one of them allured me the way Rayna does.
Her body draws me in, calling me to worship it.
And her face…her face was fucking carved in the likeness of a goddess.
She can yell at me and moan my name, and both of those acts make me want to pull her closer.
I don’t wait for the water to sink to my desired level before I’m on her level, knees softly denting the bath mat on the floor.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” she asks, almost breathless.
“I’m deciding something,” I reply, hands curling around the edge of the tub. “Where should I start, hmm? With my tongue on your pretty tits or my teeth sinking into your soft little neck?”
“I thought you liked to be in control and call the shots,” she sasses, the sweetest flush on her cheeks. She’s able to maintain some of her attitude when she’s like this, but it doesn’t last long. Her desire for pleasure far outweighs her desire to smart-mouth me.
Leaning down, I palm her breast hard, and press my lips against the side of her throat. “I was pondering out loud, love, not asking for your input.”
She shivers, feeling my words dance against her skin. I relish the reaction, opening wide to tease her neck with my teeth. Goosebumps rise, peppering down her neck and all the way to her arms. She’s so fucking soft and sensitive, I can’t get enough of it.
Noticing the water has sunk low enough to reveal her pussy, I groan, dropping my hand from her tits. I don’t bother teasing, slipping my fingers low and finding her clit with ease. She gasps as I rub the damp flesh, twirling little circles around her most sensitive area.
I lift my head to watch her react, relishing the obvious lust marking her features. Her pupils dilating, her lips parted as she takes soft breathes, and her neck going as pink as her cheeks. She looks fucking perfect and we’ve barely begun.
Feeling her slick arousal begin to coat my fingers, I move further south, teasing her entrance. She’s so fucking warm, and absolutely irresistible. The desire to pull her out of the bath and into bed is so strong. I want her wrapped around my cock, bursting with pleasure as she screams my name.
But for now, I get to relish how she feels wrapped around my fingers instead.
Pressing forward, I easily slip one digit inside, watching her face as I do.
She whimpers, biting her lip and tipping her head back slightly.
She feels tight already, only a few days after taking me.
I wonder if I’ll have to stretch her out every time, or if fucking her daily will have her ready enough for me.
“Are you taking it easy on me?” Rayna moans, eyes fluttering open and shut. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Keep testing me, love,” I tell her, eyes narrowed. Harder than the first time, I push another finger into her cunt. “Mouthy girls don’t get to come.”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasps.
“Oh, I definitely would.”
My fingers curl up, rocking back and forth in a come hither motion.
She moans louder and thrusts her hips up into my hand as I swoop down, sealing my mouth over hers. My tongue slips between her lips, a needy little sound vibrating up and out of her throat. She reaches forward, her fingers combing through my hair tightly while she follows my lead.
My cock fucking aches as I finger her faster, dipping my fingers deeper and rubbing my palm against her clit.
Her tongue makes an appearance, pressing between my lips and gliding alongside mine.
She’s minty and sweet from brushing her teeth, and something primal inside of me insists on sucking the taste off her tongue.
I never thought kissing would give me such intense sensations, but the way Rayna does it, I can feel her everywhere. The bath water sloshes as she rocks into my hand, chasing her pleasure with needy hip swivels. Moans bubble out of her, unbridled and wanton.
“Apollo,” she whines. “Fuck me, please.”
“No,” I say, painfully denying her. “Take my fingers, love. I can’t keep coming inside of you if we aren’t married, and if I put my cock in you, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“What?” she gasps. “Why?”
“Motivation to tie the knot sooner,” I growl. “I won’t have you getting used to things before you’re officially mine.”
“You…you make no sense,” she protests, eyes rolling as I play with her clit and twist my fingers inside of her.
“Don’t think, micina. Just take it, and let go. Squeeze my fingers and fucking come for me, baby.”
“I want to see you.” Her eyes roll down my chest, stopping at the obvious bulge between my legs. “Come with me, please, Apollo.”
“Fuck,” I groan, hastily reaching for the band of my sweatpants to tug them down. Trying to keep up my pace, fucking her with one hand, I grab my swollen cock with the other. “Say it again. My name, say it again.”
“Apollo,” she whimpers, eyes locked in on my dick.
“Again,” I demand, squeezing my shaft like a vice, like her pussy is squeezing my fingers in return.
“Apollo, I’m gonna—” she chokes out, eyes rolling back.
I watch while her thighs begin to shake, chest and torso trembling as she begins to reach her peak. Her walls spasm and my hand works her through it, maintaining the pace that has driven her mad.
Just watching her orgasm is enough to set me off.
I hold back just long enough to push her through the whole wave of her climax.
Once she’s slumped back, I stand, using my hand slick with her cum to finish stroking myself off.
My balls draw up in seconds, and I feel my stomach swoop with familiar heat.
Two more hard thrusts into my fist, and I’m done for.
Thick ropes of cum shoot from my cock, painting her wet chest in a sticky, warm mess. It hits her nipples and all the way up to the base of her throat. Rayna’s eyes widen, round with surprise or fascination, or both. I get a sick sense of pleasure, realizing no man has done this to her before.
It’s then that I realize we never stopped the bath from draining all the way, and now I can see her without anything in my way, even clear water. She looks like a goddamn dream.
“So, this isn’t supposed to go inside of me until we’re married?” Her voice is smoky as she asks, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “What would you do if I just…” She trails off, fingers dipping into the pool of cum.
I watch with bated breath as she drags her coated fingers down to her—
“Rayna,” I warn.
“Apollo,” she echoes, moaning my name.
I can’t stop her as she slips her fingers into her pussy, pushing my cum in deep. Her head drops back as she fucks herself with it, driving me fucking wild. My heart hammers and my cock hardens with an unprecedented speed.
“That how you want to play it, love?”
“Feels good,” she husks, moving her hand up to go back for seconds.
I catch her wrist before she can. “Get out of the bath and go bend over the side of the bed before I decide to deny you rather than indulge you.”
Her eyes light up and she stands quickly, grabbing her towel to wipe off her chest. She rushes into our bedroom, and I watch her ass bounce the entire way. She wants to play a dangerous game? Who am I to deny her?
The faster she gets pregnant, the faster she has to marry me, after all.