“More,” she breathed.She felt sweat trickling between her breasts, and when he dipped to lick it up, a gasp caught in her throat, became a moan.Like lead to gold.He was gold, the sun positioned behind his head a halo.“Apollo.”She felt like crying.“Beautiful.”She laid a palm on his chest, right above his heart.
She couldn’t see his face with the sun behind him, but when he ducked his head, she just glimpsed his cheeks in the shadows.A blush rushed red and true across his cheeks, and her heart swelled to see him so stripped bare, not only of linen, but of artifice.No pretending in the curve of his lips, no hiding in the blue gold of his eyes.His touch was pure awe, adoration.She felt like a goddess beneath him.
No, nothing so trite.
She felt… fullyherself.No pretend, nowhere to hide.Just her and him and the sun, and it was—she laughed as he smiled down at her—to use his own favorite word, fucking magnificent.
“I need you inside me,” she breathed.She’d always wanted so much and never asked, thinking even the smallest of her desires out of reach.
Not with him.
She trailed her fingertips down his shaft and rubbed her thumb in circles around its head.
His muscles seized.“Don’t ever stop.”His jaw tightened.“Hades, you have to stop.I won’t last.”
“No.”
He groaned.“I love it when you say no.What do you want, then?”
“You.Now.”She grasped his shaft and positioned it at her opening.
“Wait a little longer, love.”But he was dragging its head between her folds, teasing her.
“No.No more waiting.”
“Fuck.”He bucked, an almost involuntary jerk, and entered her.Not entirely.His every muscle seemed poised to keep that from happening.
She held her breath, and she held so very still.So did he, his gaze meeting hers, panicked.
“Does it hurt?”
The grass seemed to sway beneath them, small, smooth undulations that soothed her.
It felt… odd.She felt so very full.A little uncomfortable.But it was Apollo, and the look of helplessness on his face, how it careened into flagrant ogling then back again to desperation, made everything about this right.
And then there was the grass, curling across her skin, caressing her.
She cupped his cheek and, softly, brought his lips down to hers as, softly, she rolled her hips into his.A small, sinuous dance that brought them together, that sunk him to the hilt inside her.
He hissed and squeezed the back of her neck and kissed her, kissed her, kissed her.
They rocked together, awkward little retreats and thrusts as they worked together to find a rhythm.
Around them, the wind picked up, lifting his dark hair, cooling her heated skin.The fog was rolling back in off the lake behind them, swallowing them, cocooning them in their little world.That had been them from the beginning—two alone against the world.
Two together against the world.
The world shrank.To lips panting in the fog, to a tongue twirling around her nipple, to his hand cradling her head and caressing her breast, to that conflagration where their bodies joined.The world was also his firm muscle beneath her palms, his hard thighs settled next to her softer ones.
A rhythm found.Harder, faster, faster?—
He jerked out of her and spilled on her thighs with a curse.For several heady moments, he was poised above her, muscles hard and jaw slack.Then for several moments after that, he collapsed beside her, only his arms touching along the length of hers as they regained their breath.
Her brain barely functioned.She wasn’t… quite… sure… what to do next.
Apollo’s hand clenched.“What’s this?”He held something up in the fog.
“Your gold.It must have fallen out of my pocket.”
