Part 100 (1/2)

He dipped his head so his lips were a breath away from mine.

”Now, let us see if I can make you happier.”

His words. His tone. The warmth that had heated in his eyes.

I squirmed.

”Okay,” I breathed.

”Go lock the door, my dove. But when you join me in bed, I want just you and not your clothes joining me.”

I could so do that.

So, without a second's hesitation, I did.

G.o.d, he was killing me.

”Lo,” I breathed.

Apollo and I were under the covers, facing each other on the bed. We were naked. He had my leg draped over his hip, his thigh hitched between my legs, and his fingers were toying there as they had been for a long time.

A very long time.

”Look at me, Maddie.”

I lifted my gaze from an unfocused study of his throat, pressed my hips into his hand, and caught his eyes even as his fingers whispered away.

”Lo,” I breathed again, this time it was a plea.

His mouth came to mine, his eyes held mine, and his lips whispered, ”Marry me.”

All my breath left me.

Okay.

Now that...

That was a marriage proposal.

His fingers whispered back before they again slithered away.

”Marry me, Maddie,” he repeated.

Oh G.o.d.

”Apollo,” I said his name softly but said no more.

I couldn't. His fingers came back, gliding over my c.l.i.t then s.h.i.+fting back, one catching at the entrance to the core of me.

”Say you'll marry me,” he ordered gently.

I bit my lip.

His finger circled.

I whimpered.

”Say it, poppy.”

”I'll marry you, baby.”

His finger filled me.

I closed my eyes, pressed my hips down and arched my back.

Apollo moved his mouth to my neck as he slid his finger out.

On the inward glide, he asked, ”You'll spend the rest of your life with me?”

”Yes.”

His finger went out then in.

”Content at my side.”

”Yes, Lo.”

Out then in.

”On my arm.”

”Yes, honey.”

Out, in and then gently circling.

Yes.

G.o.d.

Killing me.

And I loved it.

”Always with me,” he went on.

”Absolutely.”

”Will you try and make a baby with me?”