Page 159 of Savage Empire

“Feeling nervous?” he asks, fingers pinching my zipper. He pulls it down swiftly, loosening the fabric until it falls. “Oh, fuck, baby. Did you wear this under your dress all day for me?”

I blush heatedly, turning on my heels to face him. The white lingerie set is the most obscene thing I own, bought especially for our wedding night. The skimpy lace bra and panty set is complete with a matching garter belt.

“Brides are supposed to wear garters, aren’t they?”

“Bedroom,” Apollo husks, lifting me up. “Kick off your shoes.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice, my short heels falling to the tile floor as he walks us further into the hotel room.

“Have you stayed here before?” I ask, eyes scanning everything that I can as he navigates the space.

“No, it just opened last month. It’s one of Armani’s latest projects. This room has never been touched before, it’s his wedding gift to us.”

“He saved a whole penthouse for us for a gift?”

“It’s a presidential suite,” Apollo corrects, almost chuckling. “Penthouses are apartments, love.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

A squeak flies out of me as I’m tossed on my back, bouncing into a plush bed. The blankets feel like silk under my skin.

“Don’t ever change, Rayna Moretti.”

Warmth swoops in the center of my stomach, hearing my new name. I sit up on my elbows to watch him, licking my lips with excitement.

“Get your clothes off, Apollo Moretti.”

In record time, his tux is off and on the floor, only a pair of tight boxer briefs remaining on his frame. He’s so fucking toned and rippled with stunning muscles all over. His tan skin only helps to define them more.

He’s a goddamned adonis.

And he’s all mine.

“I like that look in your eyes, my feral littlemoglie.”

“That’s a new one,” I say breathlessly. “Have I outgrownmicina?”

“Never,” he replies, knees hitting the edge of the bed as he starts to prowl toward me. “Mogliemeans wife.”

“Oh.” I swallow. “I like that.”

He’s hovering above me, hands on either side of my arms as he leans down, lips ghosting over mine. “Good.”

He kisses me just as hard and as urgently as he did on the way up here, devouring my mouth like a man possessed. Chills pebble up my arms, and my butt wiggles into the mattress, sliding myself down to get closer while we make out. My thighs lift up on either side of his hips, squeezing tight. Fingers latching around his thick shoulders, my nails dig into his muscular skin.

“I need you,” I whimper, hips lifting to roll my center against his obvious erection. “I need you inside me, I can’t wait anymore.”

“You don’t want my tongue?” he asks, peppering my jaw with kisses and teasing the side of my neck with his teeth. My head shakes, swaying side to side and he rumbles with a hum. “But you love it when I fuck you with my mouth, baby. Are you sure you want to skip it?”

“Later,” I insist, growing more needy by the second. “I’m so wet already, Apollo. I just want your cock.”

He groans, tongue dragging up the front of my throat. He presses a swift kiss to my lips and sits back on his heels. “Whatever you want, love.”

Watching him shed his boxers sends a hot rush of arousal straight to my clit that has me clenching around air. His cock is solid and thick, his tip shining with a pearl of pre-cum. I’ve become undeniably familiar with his slightly curved length andeverything it can do. So now, just the sight of it makes me burn with desire.

Until Apollo, I never found dicks to be particularly appealing. They could be odd looking, and even make me cringe. But apparently, everything about Apollo Moretti gets me going. I can’t even pretend that he’s not a perfect sexual specimen. It’s like he was made in a computer that designed him to ignite me specifically.

My panties are nudged to the side by his skilled fingers, and I watch his eyes flare at what he finds.