Chapter 8
DAPHNE
I stared at him through wide eyes, the heat swelling in my core. My mind was a blur of thoughts, a hazy sensation between my legs. Apollo stepped closer to me, tucking some hair behind my ear.
“I see the way you press your thighs together in the library.” He moved closer until his nose brushed against my ear and his breath fanned my neck. “I know you need it, Daph. I know you need it badly.”
My nipples hardened, and I pressed my thighs together just like I did every day in the library with him. All the dirty things he’d say, that I’d pretend that I didn’t like… made me feel some type of way that I didn’t want to feel with anyone.
I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve yelled at him for following me up here.
For intruding on my quiet life.
For being the most infuriating, arrogant guy I’d met.
But instead, I stepped closer to him until my body was pressing against his, my fingers curling around his shirt. My brows knotted together as I stared up into his eyes which danced with surprise.
“Please,” I whispered. “You’re right. I need you. Badly.”
His eyes widened even more, but within the next millisecond, he grasped my face and crashed his lips onto mine. The heat of his body against mine made me desperate for more. I laced my hands into his hair and tugged.
“Please,” I murmured against his lips. “Please. Please. Please. Give it to me.”
The desperation in his touch, the way his fingers curled around my face, the mere intensity of his kiss… God, it was driving me wild. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and dangerous. But I couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Tell me to pull away,” Apollo murmured against me, pushing me into the room. “Because if you don’t, I won’t stop.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “More. I need more of you.”
“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop, Daph,” he whispered. “Not with you.”
And while I was ready for him to tear off my clothes, something about his words made me think that he wasn’t only talking about sex. He was talking about something more, and somewhere in the haze, I didn’t mind.
“Why?” I asked, voice barely audible, my lips still on his. I tugged off his shirt. “Why?”
“Because you drive me fucking crazy,” he said, breaking the kiss enough to pull my shirt over my head. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because every time I look at you, I want to protect you from me.”
A rush of heat exploded through me, and I stroked him through his jeans.
Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing ever…
Apollo groaned into the kiss and unclipped my bra, his hands immediately finding my breasts and squeezing. I moaned against his lips, stroking him faster. He deepened the kiss, and backed me up until my legs hit the bed.
I should’ve felt trapped. My family was cursed. But I didn’t.
For the first time, I felt desired.
Peppering kisses down my jaw, then my neck. My breath hitched as his teeth grazed my skin. I clung onto his shoulders and lolled my head back to give him better access to any part of me that he wanted.
“Gods, you’re so fucking perfect.”
“Stop it,” I murmured, not needing the lies.
He gently pushed me onto the bed and kissed down my chest, between my breast and toward my bottoms. After ripping them off, he placed his mouth on my underwear, over my pussy, kissing me.
“You don’t even realize it, do you?” he murmured, pulling down my underwear and replacing it with his mouth. He set my legs on either of his shoulders and dipped his legs between them, immediately finding my clit. “Fucking perfect.”
“Apollo…” I whispered, tipping my head back and grasping his hair.
“I mean it,” he said, lapping at my clit.
Over and over and over. Until it was swollen.
“You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you in that library.”
Pressure rose in my core, almost becoming unbearable. I pushed on his head, needing him to stop, because if he didn’t… God, if he didn’t… He gripped my thighs tighter and fastened his mouth on my clit, looking up at me through dark eyes.
Circle after circle after circle.
I curled my toes, the pleasure exploding through my body. I arched my back, my legs trembling uncontrollably around his shoulders, and desperately tried to push him away to displace all the ecstasy.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled, crawling up the bed and between my legs. His pants were off and his cock… his cock was hard, dribbling with precum and pressing against my entrance. “You’re all mine.”
His possessiveness should’ve scared me, but I’d never felt anything like this before.
And I wanted more.
“Tell me you want it as much as I do,” he murmured against my lips, teasing my pussy with the head of his cock, giving me enough to ache for more. “Tell me you want it as much as I do, Daph. Tell me. Please.”
God, the yearning!
“I need it,” I cried into his mouth. “Please, I need it!”
Apollo shoved his fat cock into my tight little pussy, pushing it as deep as it would go and groaning into my mouth. I clenched around him, tighter with every single thrust, and sucked his bottom lip between my teeth.
Another grunt left his mouth. “Daphhhh…”
“Harder. Faster. Please!”
After wrapping both his arms underneath mine, he pounded inside my pussy, his hair against his face with every thrust. Pressure rose higher and higher inside me, and I dug my nails deep into his back.
“Apollo, I… I… I’m going to–”
Before I could finish my sentence, he stilled deep inside my pussy. My eyes rolled back inside my head, and I cried out for the second time tonight, the pleasure rushing out of my cunt and all over him.
So many emotions that I didn’t recognize rushed through my body. So many feelings that I thought I’d never have, especially not for a guy like Apollo DeLuca.