Fantasyland: Broken Dove Part 100

He dipped his head so his lips were a breath away from mine.

"Now, let us see if I can make you happier."

His words. His tone. The warmth that had heated in his eyes.

I squirmed.

"Okay," I breathed.

"Go lock the door, my dove. But when you join me in bed, I want just you and not your clothes joining me."

I could so do that.

So, without a second's hesitation, I did.

G.o.d, he was killing me.

"Lo," I breathed.

Apollo and I were under the covers, facing each other on the bed. We were naked. He had my leg draped over his hip, his thigh hitched between my legs, and his fingers were toying there as they had been for a long time.

A very long time.

"Look at me, Maddie."

I lifted my gaze from an unfocused study of his throat, pressed my hips into his hand, and caught his eyes even as his fingers whispered away.

"Lo," I breathed again, this time it was a plea.

His mouth came to mine, his eyes held mine, and his lips whispered, "Marry me."

All my breath left me.

Okay.

Now that...

That was a marriage proposal.

His fingers whispered back before they again slithered away.

"Marry me, Maddie," he repeated.

Oh G.o.d.

"Apollo," I said his name softly but said no more.

I couldn't. His fingers came back, gliding over my c.l.i.t then s.h.i.+fting back, one catching at the entrance to the core of me.

"Say you'll marry me," he ordered gently.

I bit my lip.

His finger circled.

I whimpered.

"Say it, poppy."

"I'll marry you, baby."

His finger filled me.

I closed my eyes, pressed my hips down and arched my back.

Apollo moved his mouth to my neck as he slid his finger out.

On the inward glide, he asked, "You'll spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Yes."

His finger went out then in.

"Content at my side."

"Yes, Lo."

Out then in.

"On my arm."

"Yes, honey."

Out, in and then gently circling.

Yes.

G.o.d.

Killing me.

And I loved it.

"Always with me," he went on.

"Absolutely."

"Will you try and make a baby with me?"

My body bucked and my hands at his chest pressed deep.

But my answer to his question was, "Please."

The second he got it, he lifted his head, caught my mouth in a deep, wet, searing kiss as his finger slid out and he pressed his big body into mine.

I fell to my back, Apollo covered me and his hips fell between my legs. He broke the kiss and braced on a forearm, his other hand going between us. I felt the head of his c.o.c.k gliding where his fingers had been.

But not coming inside.

I lifted my head and shoved my face in his neck.

"Lo, please."

He traced my ear with his nose before he did the same with his tongue as he rubbed the tip of his c.o.c.k against my c.l.i.t.

I gasped.

"Do you love me?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I whispered against his skin.

"Say it."

"I love you, baby."

He slid his c.o.c.k back and it caught right where it needed to be.

But he didn't go inside.

"Say it again."

"I love you, Lo."

He gave me an inch.

I strained for more and wrapped my arms around him, lifting my knees high at the sides.

"Again, poppy."

"Love you, Lo," I breathed.

I got another inch.

I bit my lip and slid a hand up his back to clench my fingers in his hair.

His voice was rough when he ordered, "Again."

"Love you."

Another inch.

"Love you, honey," I repeated without his prompt this time.

And that was when I got it all.

Then again, I already had it all.

Apollo had given it to me.

He was just giving me more.

He moved and I moved with him, hearing his quickened breathing in my ear, feeling it tingle over my skin.

He moved faster, thrust harder, and I listened to his breathing as it turned labored, my body tingling everywhere, pressure building.

I clutched at him with my hands, pressing my thighs tight to his sides, and gasped, "Baby."

"Take it, Maddie," he grunted, driving deep.

I took it, holding tight, pus.h.i.+ng my face into his neck, he kept pounding into me as my climax shook through me and I held on.

Then he sank his teeth into my earlobe, the nip of pain radiating down and becoming something else altogether, before he released it and groaned in my ear.

I held his weight, absorbed his warmth, his strength, as mine left me and his left him.

Then I felt him kiss the side of my neck.

Down, pulling out slowly, he kissed my shoulder.

Down again, he kissed my chest.

And down, he kissed my midriff.

And down yet again, where he kissed my belly.

Lifting his head, he caught my eyes and slid back up. He touched his mouth to mine, lifted slightly away, and reached to the nightstand.

He brought a cloth back and his eyes came back to mine as he gently pressed it between my legs, cleaning him away, before he tossed it to the floor at the side of the bed.

His arms going around me, he took me with him as he rolled and lifted to blow out one lamp, doing the same with the other.

Finally, he settled us with me on top of him, taking my weight, hopefully absorbing my warmth, but also pulling the covers up high over us.

I pressed my face into his neck as I wrapped my arms around him as best I could.

"Happy?" I whispered.