Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Rayna
With everyday that passes, Apollo’s wounds heal a little bit more, and my stomach grows a little bit bigger. We’ve been attached at the hip since our big fight, quickly forgiving each other and choosing to move on. It was a horrible day, and we both made mistakes that we won’t make again.
Dante insisted that Apollo take time off from his responsibilities to recover, and when I vehemently agreed, he didn’t fight it.
It’s been good for us to spend almost every hour of the day together.
We’ve become closer, and more open. He’s allowed me to clean his wounds, and let me see him in a vulnerable state, and in turn, I’ve learned to trust him more.
It’ll be a process, but I just keep reminding myself that he’s more than proven himself.
He’s not only provided a good life for me and Yordan, but he’s kept us safe, even when danger has sought us out.
Though Abramo was the one who directly saved me from Luis, it was Apollo’s relationship with him that made it possible.
So, though days have passed, today I’m making something special for my husband.
His favorite dark chocolate cake with raspberry mousse filling and whole raspberries on top.
I haven’t bothered to spend much of my time baking since he’s been home.
Opting to snuggle with him on the couch, and take small walks around the property together instead.
It’s been calm, and for that, I’m thankful. We needed a cozy week or so to counteract the absolute nightmare of a night we went through.
“Something smells delicious,” my husband rumbles, approaching me from behind. His hands surround my stomach as his chin drops softly onto my shoulder. “So this is where you snuck off to, hmm?”
I shiver as a small laugh leaves me. “I told you I was going to the kitchen.”
“Mhmm,” he agrees. “Twenty minutes ago. I thought you were getting a snack until you didn’t come back.”
“I’m making you a snack,” I reply, lips twitching. “It’s about to go in the oven, in fact.”
“Is that what I think it is?” he asks, lips peppering up my neck.
I suck in a breath and nod slowly. “It is.”
“You’re so good to me, love.” A slow, lingering kiss is pressed into the space where my neck meets my collar. “What have I done to earn this, hmm?”
“I just wanted to,” I admit, growing more flustered by the moment.
Pregnancy hormones have me turning on like a light switch recently, but Apollo has needed to take it easy. And I refuse to jump his bones if it’s not safe to do so.
“Put these in the oven, will you?” I ask breathily, turning around to hand him the first round pan.
“Of course,” he agrees easily, accepting the batter-filled tin.
Once all three are put into place, I set my phone with the correct timer and find him looking at me heatedly. The way he normally looks at me before he throws me into our bed and makes me forget my own name.
Licking my lips, I ask, “Tired?”
He chuckles, stepping closer while shaking his head. “We’ve been resting all day, micina. No, I’m not tired.”
“Hungry?” I try again. “I can make you something to snack on while we wait for the cake.”
His lips spread into a filthy, suggestive grin. “I know exactly what I want to snack on while we wait.”
Thighs clenching, I have to muster up all of my strength to fight his implication. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy…”
“I have been taking it easy, for days,” he drawls, leaning down to drag his nose up my neck.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me while you’re cleaning my wounds, love.
You’ve been gnawing your pretty little bottom lip to bits every time my shirt comes off.
It’s been hell not acting on the desire to give you exactly what you’ve been thinking about. ”
“I wouldn’t have let you,” I whisper. “You needed rest.”
“Which is exactly why I didn’t even try,” he agrees, humming. “My stubborn wife wouldn’t put me at risk of ripping my stitches just to get herself off. No, she’s much too selfless, my sweet micina.”
“I couldn’t risk making it worse. You needed—”
“Exactly, love. I needed, past tense. I’ve healed plenty. Now the only thing I need is to make you come.”
“O-oh God,” I stutter.
He smirks, knowing he’s got me.
Leaning down, he makes the first move and our lips crash.
The meeting of our mouths is electric, and we kiss each other like we haven’t in years.
We yearn for it, panting as our tongues intertwine and fight for dominance.
His touch is hypnotic, and his smell, fuck, I’ll never get enough of his scent.
So manly and woodsy, so spicy but sweet.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, into my mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
“I missed this,” I admit in a whimper. My hands latch around his biceps, holding on as tight to keep him close.
“Me too, love. Me fucking too.”
His lips move off of mine to kiss my chin, and then all the way down my neck. He pulls a moan out of me as he teases the sensitive skin of my throat.
“Apollo, we’re in the kitchen,” I protest softly, even as lust rushes through me. I feel like I go from zero to one hundred as soon as he touches me now, and I don’t know whether to blame the pregnancy or how hot my husband is.
“A room we haven’t broken in yet,” he points out, his voice coming out as smooth as silk. “Seems like we should remedy that.”
“We haven’t broken it in for good reason,” I moan, barely able to object. “We share this house, you know? We can go upstairs…”
“And leave your cakes all alone unsupervised?” he tsks. “That’s not very safe, now is it, baby?” Apollo cradles me close, grabbing me by my ass to grind his front against mine. His knee splits between my legs and I moan.
“This is a horrible idea,” I croak, exhaling through my nose.
“Then why are you humping my thigh?”
My face burns as I realize that my hips are rolling slowly, grinding my jean-covered pussy over his leg. I don’t have a moment to defend myself before his tongue is parting my lips and his hands are groping me. One squeezing my breast tightly, and the other cupping my ass.
I lose all ability to think, accepting the pleasure he offers greedily.
He feels so good every single time, and I’ve been craving this connection for days.
There’s a feral side of me that wants to tear our pants off and get his cock inside me as fast as possible.
The stretch would be delicious after going so long without it.
“I fucking love the way you kiss, baby,” he praises, one hand lifting up to caress the side of my face. His thumb drags over my wet lips. as he looks down at me, eyes full of heat. “You’re incredible.”
“I feel like I could come just like this,” I admit, drunk on desire.
“Yeah?” he asks, rocking his thigh between my legs. “Want to find out if you can? Can you feel this right on your sensitive little clit, love?”
A shudder rolls up my back and I whimper.
“Apollo, I—”
“Ahhhh!” a scream comes from behind and startles me out of my haze. “My eyes! Oh my God, we eat here!”
Mortification hits me like an ice bucket of water being poured over my head. I look over my shoulder to find my brother with his hands over his eyes and his jaw hanging open.
“Yordan,” I gasp, detaching myself from Apollo. “Um, I thought you were out—”
“That’s your excuse?” he wails. “You thought I wasn’t home so it’s okay for you to let him defile you in the kitchen? I’m going to be sick.”
“You can uncover your eyes,” Apollo drawls, sounding wholly unimpressed. “We’re fully clothed.”
“We were just kissing,” I add helplessly.
“Those were not just kissing sounds,” he gags. “I’m never going to get those sounds out of my head. I’m scarred for life!”
“I’ll pay for a therapist,” my husband deadpans, crossing his arms. “If you don’t mind, we were busy.”
“You’re not seriously going to continue,” Yordan yells, a horrified look in his eyes as he drops his hands. “Fuck therapy, I need a brain transplant.”
“We’re not going to continue anything because nothing was happening,” I insist, trying to end this hellish incident. “I-I’m making cake.”
“Cake?” Yordan asks incredulously. “You were making babies!”
Apollo huffs. “She’s already pregnant.”
“Fuck this.” My brother throws his hands up. “I’m going to Dante’s house, where no one violates my sister’s virtue in common areas.”
“Spare me the dramatics,” Apollo responds, wrapping an arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’ll have to get used to seeing us kiss eventually. Man up, Yordan.”
“Apollo,” I admonish.
“I’m going to tell Dmitri to make out with Jade in front of you and see how you feel,” my brother threatens.
“I thought you were leaving?” My husband lifts a brow. “Give us an hour before you come back, will you?”
Disgust scrunches up his face and Yordan turns around to storm out. “This house is a prison! Absolutely vile, the both of you. Wait until I tell Dante on you, he’s going to be on my side!”
“No he won’t.” Apollo chuckles.
“That was horrible,” I whine, shrugging him off. “Poor Yordan.”
“Yordan is just being a theatrical little brother.” He cups my face, unwilling to let me get away. “He’s fine, love. We won’t fuck in the common spaces, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe out, trying to shake off the embarrassment of being caught in a compromising position.
“We’ll be respectful of shared spaces,” he says again, this time with a smirk. “After today,” he adds, dipping down to kiss me hard.
Oh, Jesus.
I should have seen that coming. No one can tell Apollo Moretti what to do in his own house. Especially when it comes to his wife.
And I can’t tell him no.
I love him too goddamn much.