Chapter 30

Chapter

Thirty

APOLLO

Daphne knocks on my door as I finish getting ready to start my day. “Good morning,” she says.

“How is she doing today?” I ask, having checked on Ani myself a couple of times, but she had been sleeping every time. It’s been a couple of days of recovery, and it’s nice to see some of the swelling go down as well as some of the bright blues and purples begin to fade.

“She’s doing much better,” Daphne says. “Her ribs are still giving her some trouble, and she is having nightmares still…”

“Do you want me to have the doctor come back to the house?”

Shaking her head, she says, “No. He said she just needed time to heal. And I’m feeling confident she is. Slowly, but she is.”

“I’ve tried to leave you two alone,” I say. “I figured you needed some time together. To talk about what happened.”

“She doesn’t really want to talk too much, and I’m respecting that. I think she’s just processing right now. She has healing to do on the inside too. The wounds there are worse than the ones we see.”

“I think that can be said for everyone. We all have wounds on the inside that need to be healed.” I take her in my arms, feeling the need to have her close.

She looks up at me. “True. But what you did… You helped heal a very large one inside of me.”

“I should have done it sooner.”

“But you did it now. Thank you. I know I keep telling you that. But I mean it. I can never say those words enough. When you first asked me to marry you, you said that you’d always keep me safe. That you’d protect me. You gave me my very own Cinderella story.” She releases an unsteady breath. “But my glass slipper had thorns. Until now.”

“I should have plucked out every fucking thorn for you,” I declare, hating the visual of how my brother had caused such pain. Sharp, stabbing pain to a woman who didn’t deserve it.

Although if he were still alive, I want to believe he’d eventually do as I did. I want to believe that he was that kind of man. He wouldn’t have been able to look into Daphne’s eyes for long and resist.

I sure as fuck can’t. I’m growing more and more obsessed over this woman as each day goes by.

“You and I haven’t really had a chance to speak since everything happened,” she says, looking down at her feet and fiddling with her fingers. “I told Ani that you,” she swallows hard, “took care of everything.”

“I did.” I tilt my head to examine her face in order to try to read her. “Do you want to know how? The details?”

I’ve never told anyone the details after a job. Not even my father. I do the deed, I clean up after myself, and we never speak of it again. But I’ll make an exception for Daphne if she needs it. Or if her sister needs it.

“No,” she says. “I feel like talking about that man, even the way he died or where his body is, gives him too much of our breath. He’s not worth it. I think it’s best to forget the man even existed. He’s nobody.”

“He’s nobody,” I agree.

I know Daphne has a lot on her mind right now with her sister, but she doesn’t turn away when my mouth lowers toward her. I haven’t kissed her since Ani arrived. We haven’t slept together since she’s been sleeping by her sister’s side this entire time.

I’ve missed her. I’ve missed…my wife.

Our lips touch, a fleeting hint of what’s yet to come. I press her close, then closer still, so that the soft curves of her body meld to the hardness of my cock. I kiss her again, as her arms lift to encircle my neck. Our kiss intensifies, leaving our bodies tense for more.

I want to approach things slowly, to not let my desire be mastered by my passion. But when Daphne moans against the thrust of my tongue and her hands frantically remove all of my clothing, I know the battle is lost.

The level of chemistry between us is consuming, making me want her with an intensity I never experienced with anyone else. When she makes it known she’s willing and wanting to accept my claiming of her body, I almost explode with lust.

Her physical response leaves me no doubt that the woman feels the same pull I do. Sensual, erotic, and tantalizing sex can easily become our form of communication and connection. Passion always mixed with our day and night is my ultimate goal for this marriage of ours. It’s what and who we are becoming, and I plan to keep it that way.

She rubs herself intimately against me, the action making my cock grow even harder. I want to sink into her, to lose myself in her slick, wet heat, to drive us both hard and fast to orgasm. I can’t wait to hear her scream out my name.

It’s what we both want—more important, what we need. But this time, I’m determined to give her something different, to offer her something more. Not just a sexual experience, but a promise. I want to communicate security in the way we make love. Yes, I said it. Make love . I want to make sure she feels safe in the fact I’m here. I am going to shelter her from any storm that comes her way.

My cock presses against my pants to the point of pain. I can’t free myself from the restraints of my clothing fast enough. She does the same and lowers her dress, her panties, her bra… This woman… this goddess before me literally makes me grow weak in the knees. Such sweet delicate features, and also such luscious and alluring curves. I have to have her. I have to have her now, and I pray to God that I can be gentle since I have already been firm and truly pushed her boundaries.

Shedding the last of my clothes as she sits on the edge of the mattress, I approach the bed and run my palm up Daphne’s leg, enjoying her not flinching, but moaning in response to my touch. She lays back on the bed completely naked and doesn’t conceal herself at all. Her eyes never leave mine, as if she’s attempting to hypnotize me with her seductive and needy stare.

“I want to look at and touch every part of your body. I want to memorize every curve, every dip and valley, and every inch of your skin,” I say so she has no doubt of what’s coming.

Without waiting for a response, I spread her legs wide, watching the seam of her pussy open for me. Beneath her pussy, I see her anus, so small…so tight. Her tiny hole just begging to be entered, but I want to go easy today. I want that sweet pussy of hers milking my cock dry.

Running my finger along the puckered and delicate flesh, I watch how she presses her ass against my hand, not resisting my touch.

“This time isn’t meant to be a punishment. I don’t want to hurt you. I only want you to feel pleasure,” I say the words as I run my fingers to the seam of her pussy.

I can barely contain my hunger to be buried so deep inside of her. Soaking up her juices glistening on her pussy with my fingertip, I lick, tasting her arousal. With as much care as I can, I press my wet finger into her pussy and ease my way in. Daphne gasps and tenses, but then relaxes when I slowly move my finger in and out of her tight channel. I lean down between her legs and kiss her smooth mound, inhaling the musky scent of her desire.

“It feels good,” she whispers. “So good.”

“Yes, princess,” I coax as my finger glides in and out. “I need to get this body of yours ready for me. You know I’m not a small man, and I don’t want this to hurt more than it already will when I can’t fuck nicely.” When her legs relax open and her hips thrust up to meet my mouth, silently begging for more of my kisses, I whisper, “That’s my good girl. Let me prepare you to become my perfect and most cherished wife in all ways.”

My name catches in her throat when a moan overpowers it as my tongue flicks her clit, nipping it between my lips. Her hands run down both sides of my head, driving my face into her pussy as her moans intensify.

“Apollo… Apollo? This feeling. I feel…” Panic laces her words.

“Come for me, my wife. Let it in.” I add a second finger and pump with more force, driving deeper inside.

Her head thrashes side to side, and her breathing becomes ragged. A deep moan fills the room as her pussy constricts around my fingers.

“Come for me. Fill my mouth with your sweet cream. Release and let go of all those restrictions holding you back. Let that orgasm rock the inner walls of your pussy.”

Her hips buck as her moan turns into a tiny scream. Her pussy quivers around my mouth, and the taste of her release coats my tongue. I lap up every last bit of her completion as her body shakes on the tail end of her climax.

Not wanting her to fully become sated, I moved up to her breasts and circle my tongue around one nipple, and then move to pay the same attention to the other. Molding the flesh of her firm and perky mounds with my hands, I no longer fight the hunger. I need my cock buried deep inside of her and can’t wait any longer.

I place my lips at the shell of her ear and groan out, “I’m going to fuck you now. It is going to hurt, Daphne. It’s going to hurt bad, but also hurt so, so good. I don’t know how to fuck soft. I only know how to fuck hard.”

“Yes, yes, please,” she begs. “I want this. I do.”

Placing the head of my dick at her entrance, I slowly ease in, pausing when her body tensed with resistance. This is the time when I will fully claim her. I’m not punishing her ass. I’m not taking her body. I’m not spanking her into submission. My wife is giving it.

Forever mine.

Forever to play with as I choose.

“Take a deep breath and relax,” I order as I push all the way in and begin pistoning in and out at a rapid and unforgiving pace. “Shhh…” I pause for a moment so she can adjust to the intensity of the fucking and to the sensation of being stretched. “I know this hurts.”

“You’re just too big. Just too hard.” Her eyes are wide, and her voice quivers as she says the words.

“You will take all of me. You have no other choice.”

Wanting to be gentle is one thing. Actually being able to is another. Gentle and sweet when it comes to fucking and claiming what I consider mine just isn’t in my nature.

Raw, hard, aggressive is who I am. And though I am pretending to be Apollo, I can’t change this primal fact about me no matter how hard I try.

I launch another steady rhythm of pushing in and out, only being fueled by her soft little mewls. A steady staccato of my cock pulling out just enough to spread her opening even wider, and then plummeting back inside, so deep the walls of her pussy constrict around me. In and out, I claim her in one of the most animalistic and lust-filled ways. In and out, she gives herself to me. Mine.

Not being able to hold back my pleasure any longer, I allow the surge of my ecstasy to take over, filling my seed deep within her.

“Apollo,” she calls out, the sound so sweet on her pouty lips.

“Yes?”

“Will you ever let me go?”

“Never. Never. You are mine, and I am one stingy son of a bitch.”