Page 69 of Apollo

“And then what?” he baited, worsening her wait with the slow, sonorous grate of his zipper tines saying goodbye to each other. “Should I use it to make you uncomfortable, sweet monster?”

“Oh, God.” Her gaze fell to where he scooped his stiff stalk out of his jeans. Just those two words from her rain-stained mouth, and she erased any remaining soft spots between his balls and tip. While the edge of his fly teased the former, he slid his palm up to the dark red bulb of his head, stroking it in a battle to relieve the pressure under his weeping slit.

Who the hell are you kidding about that one, dick brain?

The insult was painfully accurate. Every operating neuron in his head centered solely on his lust, swelling to degrees he’d never known with a lover. If there was any shred of doubt about the point, she demolished it by hurling her bossy words even after he’d strung her up like a sex dungeon subbie—or like the helpless manhunter he’d originally found in that marble foyer. Whether bloodied and prone or tied up and squirming, the woman refused to let him dent her spirit—

Unless he earned it.

Challenge accepted, my beautiful little kaiju.

Though he kept the verbal version of the vow to himself, he demonstrated the point with solid clarity: bringing more droplets to his cockhead with defined tugs.

“Well, no glow,” he muttered, “but I’ll work damn hard to make up for it.”

Her breath hitched. Her nipples puckered. She parted her lips as if to throw back a matching quip, but he stole even that from her throat by working his length with artful twists. Still, he didn’t credit himself for the new growth of the erection. That magic was all Irowen, and the yearning siren entering her greens as she watched him work his milk along her swollen pussy lips.

“Oh, my . . . ” she panted out at last. “Apollo. Ohhh.”

Lightning flared again with perfect timing, brightening the trails of his pre-come along with the fluorescent trails along her inner thighs. The markings disappeared beneath her pretty patch of dark curls, as if pointing the way for him. Like he needed any damn guidelines.

“You want it?” he snarled softly, studying the entrancing planes of her face. As soon as she nodded, he went on: “You do? You want it to make you uncomfortable? Because this might be a little more than that, Monster.”

She huffed and flung back a needy growl of her own. “By your own father’s balls, Apollo. If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear I’ll—oh! Oh, ssshhhiii . . . ”

He grinned as she worked her mouth, fighting to voice her final emphasis but yielding to a strained shriek instead. It was the perfect firework for the moment he rammed all the way in, dazzled by the naughty smack of his balls against her ass, as the heavens broke open in a new deluge. He deepened his thrusts, driven by the tempest around them, breathing heavily on scents of pine and musk and lust.

By every inch of this huge sky, he wanted to pound her harder than the thunder.

Somehow he held back long enough to spread his fingers along her jaw once more.

“You okay?” he soughed, seeking the depths of her stare. The sexy little thing nodded with fast force.

“Y-Yeah.”

Her hurried stammer was his downfall. His dick swelled against her walls as he conquered her precious, pulsing sheath.

“Uncomfortable?” He had to know.

Beneath his suckling mouth, her neck undulated from a hard swallow. “Y-Yeah.”

He scraped his teeth down the line of her jugular. “Hurts?”

“A . . . A little. You’re . . . you’re so big.”

“So you want to stop?”

“No.” She dug fingernails into the meat of his shoulders. “Damn it, no way!”

“Then what do you want, Irowen?” He reared his head up and back, just enough to observe every line of her expression as he pumped into her with more purpose. “Tell me, Monster. More of . . . this?”

“Oh!” she exclaimed again, dropping her head back. But with her grip still grinding his shoulders, the new position pointed her nipples toward the clouds while creating hotter lightning between their bodies.

Especially right there.

“Yes.” She clamped his waist with her thighs and his cock with every inch of her tight tunnel. “Yes, Apollo. Hurt me. Destroy me. More.”

As rain flooded the garden, he unleashed the matching storm in his body—the tension in his thighs, the tingles in his ass, and the torment in every inch of his penis—until it all escaped in a radical, illogical miracle of a moment.