Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
Rayna
If I hadn’t seen the progress happening before my eyes over the last eight weeks, I never would have believed something so beautiful could be made in only two months. It’s absolutely incredible, and we’re officially moved in.
The three story mini mansion has everything we planned.
Six bedrooms, two on the main floor, three upstairs, and one in the finished basement.
Yordan’s bedroom specifically. It was Apollo’s idea to give him that area so he could have privacy while still living at home with us.
And I agreed, mostly because it’s the closest bedroom to our safe room—which Apollo assures me is state of the art.
We also ended up with three and a half bathrooms, just to have an extra small one available when we have guests over to eat or hang out.
And thanks to Armani, not only is our house built, it’s completely furnished.
I swear, that man could decorate an entire city in a fortnight, the way he’s able to work so quickly and efficiently. It’s like a superpower.
I’m in love with this house, and I can’t believe it’s mine.
My kitchen is the stuff of dreams, the living room is cozy and pretty, and my bedroom is like every little girl’s dream.
Apollo didn’t care that I wanted pale pinks to decorate the space, and he sleeps like a baby under my rose colored covers.
I’m unboxing some new plates and bowls in the kitchen, thinking about all the memories that are going to be created here when my husband walks in. Not alone.
I almost drop the bowl in my hands at the sight of him holding two tiny balls of fluff. Setting it down before I lose control of my hands, I clutch my heart and meet his eyes.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, heart racing. “Where did you get them?”
“Do you like them?” he asks, looking down at the kittens. “They’re for you. Yordan said you’ve always wanted one.”
“And you just got them for me?” I breathe, rounding our island counter to get a closer look. “I love them so much, oh my God. Where—h-how?”
“The shelter was overcrowded,” he explains, not bothered by my incomplete question. “These two are a bonded pair; brother and sister. They couldn’t be separated.”
“Oh, of course not,” I agree vehemently. Reaching forward, I scratch under the little boy’s chin and caress the back of the girl’s ear. “You couldn’t leave your sister, could you, hmm?”
“How did you know he was the boy?” Apollo asks, blinking at me with an impressed look.
“Most black cats are boys, and an even larger percentage of Torties are girls—basically all of them. Plus, she has such a girly little face, doesn’t she?” She would look absolutely darling with a pink collar.
The smallest, sweetest little meow leaves the black one. His tongue and lips are the brightest shade of pink, while his nose is just as dark as his fur. His tortoiseshell sister yawns, eyes drooping sleepily, unaffected by her noisy brother.
“I suppose she looks quite feminine.”
“Quite feminine,” I mock with a chuckle. “Buckle in babies, your father can be quite the serious man. Perhaps you’ll soften him up, hmm? Who could resist melting for your precious little faces.”
“I’m their father, am I?” Apollo murmurs, looking down at me with so much intensity that my stomach swoops.
“Of course you are.” I gulp. “You found them, didn’t you? Now hand them over. I have to kiss their little heads and hold them close.”
My heart pitter patters happily as the two babies are handed to me, their purring picking up like tiny motors. “You two are going to be so spoiled,” I tell them softly. “Your daddy likes when I spend his money, and now he finally got me something that I can’t resist shopping for.”
“Do you have name ideas for them?”
“Oh, I’ve already decided,” I admit. “I’ve thought about pet names since I was a kid. These two fit what I have in mind perfectly.”
“Don’t leave me in suspense,” he teases, lips twitching.
“Midnight for the boy, Moonlight for the girl. Adorable, right?”
“I like them.” He nods, tilting his head. “Why do I have a feeling these won’t be the only two cats we ever have?”
I grin to myself. “You always were clever, weren’t you?”
Instead of being put off by the prospect, he appears victorious.
“I’ve bought them the essentials,” Apollo informs me, looking pleased with himself and his gift. “Armani is putting a kitty door into one of the closets down the hall, their litter box will go there. And there’s a cat tree and toys waiting to be set up whenever you want them.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I ask with a blush. “Because it’s working.”
“I was hoping you might say that,” he husks, eyes darkening. “Why don’t you let them explore their new house while we go break in our bedroom?”
The suggestion makes my thighs clench. I can never seem to get enough of Apollo. I quickly learned that with him, orgasms didn’t need to be written into our marriage contract. He thrives on making me go crazy. I swear, the more he makes me come, the more turned on he gets.
He’s a sex God in every sense of the term.
“They might scratch the couch if we leave them alone,” I warn.
“I’ll buy you a new couch.”
“And what if they have an accident?”
“I’ve already shown them the litter box, so they shouldn’t. But I’ll clean it up if they do. I’ve dealt with dead bodies, I can handle cleaning up after a kitten who’s the size of my fist.”
“Do you plan to clean their litter box then?” I joke, chuckling.
“Why is that amusing?” His face turns serious. “I absolutely do plan to take care of that. Pregnant women are not supposed to clean cat litter, it could be dangerous.”
My stomach gives a funny flutter. “I’m n-not yet.”
At least, I don’t think I am.
Fuck. Should I take a test soon? We’ve been having sex nonstop since the first time, and I haven’t had a consistent period in years so there isn’t truly a way for me to be sure what’s going on inside my reproductive organs.
When I was forced to marry Federico, I got the birth control shot and I’ve dealt with temporary bouts of amenorrhea ever since.
My doctor at the time assured me that my overall health and fertility haven’t been affected.
And that some women simply have little to no mensuration for a multitude of reasons.
Stress, hormone changes, and even thyroid fluctuations.
Now that I think about it, is this something I should have mentioned?
“You could be at any time, though,” Apollo says, pulling me out of my darkening thoughts. “I’ll do it. We can make it one of Yordan’s chores as well, if we want to.”
“We’ve got to change the subject away from kitty litter if you want to get in my pants,” I joke lightly.
“How about we talk about what position you want to be when I stuff you full of cum, then?”
And just like that, my face is red and my heart is beating hard again.
“Okay, but we can’t be too long,” I tell him, reluctantly walking over to the living room and setting the kittens down. “I don’t want them to feel abandoned on their first day.”
“I need at least twenty minutes,” Apollo says, approaching me from behind. I gasp as his lips brush against the side of my throat. “I’m not going to want to stop once I get inside you. And I need you to come on my tongue at least once before I get you split open on my cock, love.”
“Upstairs,” I husk, shivering.
Hand in hand, we rush up to our bedroom, a giddy feeling fluttering through me with every step. The fresh scent of linens fills my nose as we enter, but it’s quickly replaced with the spicy heat of Apollo’s cologne. His hands are surrounding my face pulling me in for a long languid kiss.
My lips chase his, hungry for the intoxicating way he devours my mouth. His hands drop from my face and land on my thighs, dragging up and underneath the skirt of my dress. Goosebumps pebble up my skin as he teases me with his fingers, moving them higher and higher.
“I fucking love when you wear these pretty little dresses, baby.” He groans the words against the corner of my mouth. “It makes me think about flipping up your skirt and taking you whenever I want you.”
“You should do that,” I reply, squirming as his hands round the back of my thighs, grabbing the thickness of my ass and squeezing hard. He uses his grip to pull me forward, pressing his bulge against my stomach. “Right now.”
“Right after I taste you,” he replies, walking me backwards.
Falling onto the bed in an utterly ungraceful fashion, I look up to find him lifting his shirt off in one swift movement. He’s so gorgeous, it makes my pussy throb just looking at him.
“Spread your legs,” he instructs calmly. “Show me what’s mine, micina.”
Feet planting themselves into the plush bedding underneath me, my knees come up and spread wide, bearing my panty-covered cunt to him.
“Mmm,” he hums, eyes soaking up the view with intense need. “This won’t do…there’s something in my way.”
He leans down, hooking a finger through the center of my panties and pulls. The lacy fabric drags down and off my legs, and Apollo tosses it aside like it offends him.
“There we go,” he says approvingly.
In the next second, he’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, tugging me down by the back of my thighs and covering my aching sex with his mouth.
My back bows off of the bed, pleasure zipping up my spine like a bolt of lightning.
He doesn’t toy with me or tease me with his tongue.
No, he eats me out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
I’m already panting seconds in, and it only becomes more intense when he adds his fingers into the mix. He pushes them in and out of my hot cunt, stroking the inside of my walls, curling them up and stroking.
“O-oh God,” I whimper, hips lifting in a desperate move to get closer to him. I used to think that I would be embarrassed to hump a man’s face while he fucks me with his tongue, but Apollo makes feel so natural. “Sh-shit, Apollo, I’m already getting close.”