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“Apollo,” she echoes, moaning my name.

I can’t stop her as she slips her fingers into her pussy, pushing my cum in deep. Her head drops back as she fucks herself with it, driving me fucking wild. My heart hammers and my cock hardens with an unprecedented speed.

“That how you want to play it, love?”

“Feels good,” she husks, moving her hand up to go back for seconds.

I catch her wrist before she can. “Get out of the bath and go bend over the side of the bed before I decide to deny you rather than indulge you.”

Her eyes light up and she stands quickly, grabbing her towel to wipe off her chest. She rushes into our bedroom, and I watch her ass bounce the entire way. She wants to play a dangerous game? Who am I to deny her?

The faster she gets pregnant, the faster she has to marry me, after all.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Rayna

Iwake up sore and satiated. And mostly, surprised.

Not just surprised because I had the best night of sleep of my life in an unfamiliar space. Not just surprised that I didn’t even wake up once out of fear or trepidation. But utter shock that Apollo is still in bed with me.

Still in bedunderme.

I’m trying not to move or breathe too hard, registering the state of us. I don’t know whether my head is frozen to his chest because I don’t want to wake him, or because I’m trying to process the fact that I’m wrapped around him like a monkey. My leg is thrown over his hips, my thigh covering what is obviously his very stiff morning wood. And my hands are glued to him, one of them practically squeezing his bicep.

What.

The.

Hell.

I do not cuddle. I am not a snuggly woman, and yet, the current situation I find myself in would argue otherwise.

Why does he feel so goddamn warm?

A man this muscular shouldn’t also be so cozy.

“I noticed the moment your breathing shifted, Rayna,” he rumbles, startling the fuck out of me. “If you’re trying not to wake me, you’re doing a poor job of it.”

“S-sorry,” I stammer, detaching my hand from his arm. I move to lift my leg as well, but he grabs it before I can, holding me down.

“Go back to sleep.”

“It’s probably late,” I whisper, noting the bright sun peeking through the sides of his dark curtains. “Aren’t you normally up at the crack of dawn?”

“I don’t normally have my half-naked fiancée holding me down.”

“You’re the one holding me down,” I argue, trying not to smile. “If you think you’re getting a morning fuck, you’re out of luck. I can still feel you inside of me, I need a break.”

His eyes still closed, I watch as a smile spreads his lips wide. “You weren’t complaining last night.”

“I was a different woman last night,” I mumble, sighing into his chest. “She was so horny that her brain melted, now I’ve cooled off and remembered that limits exist.”

“Mmm,” he hums. “What a shame.”

“Your watch is still on,” I note, nudging him softly. “What time is it?”

He doesn’t even look. “Ten thirty.”