Page 122 of Savage Empire

Apollo exhales hard, breathing up my neck and pressing his lips against the shell of my ear. “You have no fucking idea.”

Shifting back into his previous stance, his hips wind back, pulling his cock nearly all the way out. He surges forward, pelvis slapping against my skin as he drives deep. We share a ragged groan, the strength of his thrust forcing my toes to curl.

After a final breath, Apollo begins to fuck me like our lives depend on it. There’s no more holding back, no more taunting words or slowed strokes. Desperate, filthy sounds fill the air and surround me with a cloud of intoxicating arousal. I lose myself in the haze, my insides turning to goo with every passing moment. Pleasure piles up, coursing through my veins like a passionate fire that can’t be extinguished.

Fists clenching into my pillow, the building of an orgasm comes to an abrupt peak.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Seal your fate and fucking come for me.” He snakes a hand around my hip, fingers diving through my slick folds until he finds my overly sensitive clit. He doesn’t even need to rub it once before I’m screaming into the mattress to muffle the sound.

My pussy flutters, clenching around him hard. Apollo fucks me through the height of the orgasm, never changing his pace. Everything is so perfect, and I couldn’t deny it if I tried. The way he stretches me, the feeling of his cock being squeezed inside of my constricting walls is fucking heaven. Apollo doesn’t slow as my climax begins to subside either. No, he slams into me vigorously over and over, his fingers holding my hips with a bruising grip.

“Fuck,” he exhales sharply. The deep, dark curse on his lips sends a delicious shiver down my spine. “Fuuuuck, Rayna.”

With a final rough groan, Apollo buries his cock as far as he can push. I feel him swell up, his fingers digging into my soft hips before he bursts. His thrusts stutter, short and shallow as his climax sweeps through him with a raging force. Warmth floods inside of me, sending a shockwave of pleasure between my legs. His breaths come out shaky and erratic, heaving out of him until the last drop of cum leaves him.

He slumps forward, slowly guiding me down into the mattress. My knees slip out from under me, and I moan, pleased to get off of them. My breasts press into the silky sheets, nipples still sensitive from echoes of pleasure. Cool lips meet the side of my neck, and the weight of a warm, manly body feels utterly calming against my back. It’s not a cuddle, but it feels safe and comforting all the same.

Apollo’s racing heartbeat hammers against my spine, going faster than even mine. The ability to think cohesive thoughts leaves me, and I’m officially lost in him. I’m so surrounded byhim, his large body encasing my tired frame while his masculine scent invades my senses and consumes me entirely.

He clings to me for only a few more moments before rolling off, his cock slipping out of me in the process. I feel boneless, and too wrung out to move. Still, without his weight laying on top of me, my body doesn’t feel the need to remain tense to hold him up. My hips slacken instinctively, and I sink deeper into bed, allowing myself to relax.

“Okay,” I pant, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll marry you.”

Apollo pats the back of my thigh, sitting up in bed. “That was decided the moment you pulled the condom off my cock and demanded I fill you with cum,micina.”

“I didn’t say the words,” I argue breathlessly.

“You didn’t need to.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rayna

It’s been two days since Apollo fucked me, and I swear I can still feel him. The soreness isn’t painful, but it’s a constant reminder of what we did. Every step I take, a sensitive little jolt of awareness hits me between my thighs. I can’t decide if I love it or hate it.

It was good sex—great sex, even. Thinking about it makes me all kinds of worked up, so much so that I don’t even recognize myself. I’ve considered texting him to come over four different times.Me. Considering a booty call to a man who I claim I can’t stand.

Denial has never been more difficult.

And it’s all coming to an end tonight. In less than an hour, we’re telling Yordan. Apollo and I both agreed that he should be the first to know, especially since his father is already under the impression that we’ve been engaged for weeks now.

But now it’s real. So real that we have an agreement to sign.

The specifics of our contract have been playing on my mind since we hashed them out. The finalized stack of papers I’llofficially sign tonight represent a playbook for how my life will go from now on.

Orgasms, heirs, adoption…moving in together.

Rayna Todorov becoming Rayna Moretti.

Yordan becoming Yordan Moretti.

It’s all a lot to process, but I can’t find myself regretting or resenting it. For the first time in a really long time, I feel like everything is going to be okay. I’m not scared of living in the Moretti mansion. I’m not scared of Apollo becoming my husband, and I’m certainly not scared of becoming a mom.

I might just be most excited about that.

“You need any more help before I go shower?” Yordan asks, leaning over the kitchen counter to snag a strawberry while I wash and prep them.

“Anymorehelp?” I echo with a snicker. “You unloaded the dishwasher and took out the garbage. Doing your regular chores doesn’t really count as helping me out, brother of mine.”