I had to have it.

I didn't delay. Wrapping my hand around it, putting my lips to the tip then taking him so deep, I felt him in the back of my throat, my gag reflex g-o-n-e, gone.

"By the b.l.o.o.d.y G.o.ds," he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into my hair and curling them around my scalp.

I slid him out but didn't take him back in.

He lifted his hips and surged back in.

Yes.

Oh, f.u.c.k yes.

I took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his c.o.c.k, my body trembling, my c.l.i.t throbbing and suddenly I felt him knife up. His hands went under my arms and he hauled me up his body.

"Baby, I wasn't-" I started to protest.

But he rolled me to my back, dragged my panties down my legs and moved around so he was on all fours over me, backwards.

Yes.

Oh, f.u.c.k yes.

I lifted my hands and curled my fingers around his a.s.s, using it to pull my head and shoulders off the bed as he spread my thighs. Then his mouth was there. Right there. Just as I slid the tip of his c.o.c.k between my lips and he surged in.

He f.u.c.ked my mouth as his mouth ravaged my s.e.x and I was done. I was there.

I exploded, moaning against his c.o.c.k, clutching his a.s.s, taking his thrusts. It was so huge, it engulfed me and my hips jerked against his mouth.

Still coming, he pulled out and I found myself yanked further in the bed. Then he was covering me. One of his arms hooked behind my knee, jerking it up. His hips fell between mine, I felt him hitch a knee high for leverage and I knew this was going to be good.

Through this, all I could see were his extraordinary jade green eyes burning into mine.

But he was there. Right there. I could feel him. But he wasn't giving himself to me.

Instead, he was staring at me like he was waiting for the answer to a question.

I gave him the only answer I had.

"Please," I whispered and he drove inside.

My neck arched back and my three free limbs surrounded him and squeezed tight.

He buried his face in my neck and groaned, "Maddie."

Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, deep, hard, fast, rough, G.o.d, so hard, so freaking deep and so amazingly rough.

His mouth came to mine and I breathed, "Don't come too fast. I'm not close to done."

"My poppy, I drank the tea to keep up with you. I'll stay hard all night."

Excellent.

I felt my mouth smile and had no idea my eyes did the same.

Then they closed because he was kissing me, as hard, deep and rough as he was f.u.c.king me.

It was brilliant. So brilliant, I slid over the edge again and cried out when my latest o.r.g.a.s.m shook me, the noise driving down his throat.

Moments later, he grunted his release down mine.

I was running my tongue down the side of his neck when he rolled us and pulled me up his body, positioning me in a way I knew what he wanted.

"But...you're inside me," I gasped just as his big hands closed on my hips and he yanked me down on his mouth.

My head flew back.

He fed on me ravenously as I ran my hands over my body, grinding into his mouth.

But suddenly, it was too much. I couldn't take anything but what he was doing between my legs. The air on my skin was burning into me; my hair swaying down my back was driving me mad.

I lifted both arms and pulled my hair up, holding it at the back of my head, seeking maximum contact with Apollo's talented lips and tongue even as one of his hands at my hips yanked me deeper.

I sensed something, looked over my shoulder and saw his other hand wrapped around his glorious c.o.c.k, pumping.

Oh G.o.d.

Seriously.

How hot was that?

It was so hot, I cried out again, arching back, coming.

Excruciatingly.

Exquisitely.

He pulled me off and I was on my belly in the bed. I felt his knee nudging my legs apart, and still in the throes of my most recent climax, I helped, spreading them wider. Then he was between my legs yanking up my hips.

He pounded in.

When he filled me, my head flew back, my hair drifting over my skin and I whimpered, "Yes," as I started to push up to my hands.

I didn't get very far as, still thrusting, I felt his hand in the middle of my back, pushing me down.

"No, Maddie, I just want your beautiful a.r.s.e."

I could do that. I so could.

I gave him my a.s.s, tipping it high.

He took it, f.u.c.king me and I felt his wet thumb gliding between my cheeks and then it pressed inside the sensitive sweet spot.

Phenomenal.

I moaned as it overwhelmed me yet again, bucking back into him violently even as he pounded deep inside me and pressed his thumb in my a.s.s.

"Beautiful, my poppy. b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, magnificent," he growled, surged inside and I heard his grunts turn into a rumble before I heard his shuddering groan and just hearing it, another o.r.g.a.s.m rolled over the one I was still having.

Hazy, still turned on, coming down, and even doing that, it building back up, Apollo pulled out. He gently rolled me to my back and covered me again, instantly sliding back inside and gliding slowly, his eyes holding mine, his lips a breath away.

"More?" he whispered.

"You up for it?" I whispered back.

I felt his lips touch mine and they were smiling, as were his eyes.

And in all the fabulous we'd just shared, that might have been the best part.

"Absolutely," he murmured.

"Then yes," I breathed and wrapped my legs around his hips. "More." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "Please." And I slid my tongue along his lips.

He slanted his head, those lips took mine, his tongue took mine and he gave me more.

Some time later, I was on top, Apollo inside me. I was sliding up slowly and down even slower, my face in his neck, my eyelids drooping.

I needed sleep. Like, bad.

But I had something to say.

Sliding down, filling myself full of him, my s.e.x drenched with him and me, I pressed my face in his neck, slid my hand up the other side and brushed my thumb along his stubbled jaw.

"Thank you for not leaving me," I whispered.

He had one hand resting lightly, almost casually on my a.s.s. Paradoxically, he had one arm wrapped tightly, even possessively across my middle back.

At my words, both convulsed.

Powerfully.

I had no time to a.s.sess this reaction.

Because his voice said low and sweet, "Sleep, Maddie," and my mind took that moment in a vague way to realize all throughout the night he'd called me nothing but Maddie, Madeleine, my dove or my poppy.

And this vague thought made my insides warm.

That was when I fell was asleep.

Chapter Nine.

Heart Mighty As Goliath Apollo did not sleep.

Maddie on top of him, her knees high and pressed tight to his sides taking some of her weight, his body gladly supported the rest of it.

Drifting his fingers through the silken weight, he smelled the citrus of her hair, the lavender scent of her skin, both mixed with the aroma of sweat and s.e.x.

He stared at dark ceiling thinking he'd never smelled anything more beautiful.

And it was not Ilsa's smell. After she bathed, Ilsa's skin smelled of roses, her hair of mint.

Maddie shifted slightly and he naturally slid out of her. When he did, his seed mingled with her juices glided from her, drifting between the juncture of his thighs, their essence mixed, the most intimate parts of them joined, he stared at the ceiling thinking he'd never felt anything sweeter.

Further, he was struggling with why this would be so, considering the depth of love he had for his wife. Not to mention, the depth of pa.s.sion they shared in their bed.

However, he'd never had anything with Ilsa like he'd had with Madeleine last night.

It was, of course, the adela tea.

But now he was no longer under the influence of adela tea and still these thoughts a.s.sailed him.

And last, he was thinking he'd made yet another colossal mistake.

He should have gagged her, tied her to the bed and left her.

But he didn't.

Instead, he took advantage.

Coming unraveled by her entreaty, allured by her beauty and her touch, aroused by her sharing that she'd take care of herself if he left...G.o.ds, aroused by it all, he'd taken advantage.

He couldn't even blame it on losing control. It was slipping but he hadn't lost it.

No, he wanted her.

He wanted her before she pressed to him and begged, and he definitely wanted her during.

He'd made her swear no recriminations but she was under the influence of adela tea. He knew the effects of that brew. She didn't know what she was saying but he knew she'd say anything to get what the tea made her need.