Page 25 of Contractually Wed

Fingers circling her nape, Apollo pulled her in for a near-brutal kiss.

Whatever little freedom he gave her, it seemed, was over after her outrageous little comment. A sudden puff of cold air against her folds told her he’d ripped her thong off. And then his fingers were there, coasting and stroking over her inner lips, draping her wetness all over. As she watched, her breath a shallow whistle in her throat, he brought his fingers, coated with her arousal, up and then painted it over her nipple. It was filthy and freeing and set Jia on a spiral she didn’t want to stop climbing.

And then his mouth was on her nipple, sucking and licking, tasting her arousal and groaning, even as his fingers went back to her folds to resume their torture.

Assaulted from all directions by sensations, Jia felt like she was riding a crashing boat on rough waves in the middle of a storm. He was everywhere, his lips and fingers driving her out of her skin, setting a mad pace she couldn’t follow, until he speared her with a broad finger and hit a particular spot deep inside her.

Jia jerked against him, her thighs a vise around his hand as her orgasm crashed through her, thrashing her this way and that. A sob escaped her throat, along with her panting breaths.

Apollo didn’t relent.

His lips tugged at her painfully sensitive nipple and he kept the base of his palm against her clit as wave after wave settled into tiny jerks and languorous aftershocks. Fingers in his hair, Jia clung to him, clung to the clove and pine scent of his warm skin.

Her flesh cooled, but she wanted more. She wanted all of it. This was all she was allowed of any relationship in a long while and, God, this was all she was allowed to ask and want and own ofhimand she wasn’t going to settle for anything less than claiming all he would give.

Even as her spine trembled and her thighs felt like she’d run a marathon, she straightened and caught his mouth in a kiss. While she hadn’t allowed anyone to come close after her first and only disastrous relationship, she’d allowed herself kissing. And now she used every inch of her experience to tangle her tongue with his, to sweep it through this mouth, to bite and nip at his lower lip until she could feel his tension mounting. His touches became harder, deeper, his caresses wilder and rougher, leaving little divots in her willing flesh.

She ran her mouth down his jaw to his chest, peppering kisses and bites all over his taut skin. It was warm and salty and suddenly, she wanted to taste him somewhere else. She wanted his cock in her mouth, and him a little out of control. No, a lot.

She wanted him to lose it all.

His grip in her hair tightened when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave it rough, hard strokes. “Let me down,” she whispered, skating her mouth down to his tight abdomen.

“Not today,” he answered roughly, and then he was shoving her hand away, pulling her closer and rubbing the head of his erection all over her folds. The sight of him against her was erotic and intimate.

Jia braced herself on his hard muscles, her entire pulse centered there where he played with her.

“You’re ready for me,agapi?”

“God, yes, Apollo,” she repeated and before she could catch her breath, he entered her with one smooth thrust.

Jia jerked and stilled, like a fish caught on a bait. It pinched a bit. No, a lot, bordering on hurt. It had been so long and even then, it hadn’t been all the way like this.

Slowly, the delicious soreness faded, breath by breath. Nothing in the world could equal being tethered to Apollo like this. She had a feeling of being utterly full and tight, and when she wiggled her ass on the desk, he shifted inside her and the pinch faded and a spark of pleasure sputtered through her.

Then it went out.

Chasing it, she thrust her hips and tested the fit again, and heard Apollo’s rough grunt. And then she didn’t have to do anything, because he pulled out almost all the way and stroked back in. Not as deep as the first stroke but teasing and taunting her with it. Trying what would drive them both to the edge.

And slowly, in tune with his thrusts, her own climb began all over again and they found a rhythm. Jia raked her fingernails down his chest, nipped at his flesh, clung to him like a rag doll as his thrusts gained momentum.

The desk banged against the wall and she, apparently, was quite vocal when it came to pleasure and Apollo’s grunts were not quiet. When another short but powerful orgasm began to rip her into so many pleasure-filled fragments, she told him how good it felt, how much she liked it when he pinned her with his hips, and then, sweat dripping down his forehead and holding her gaze, Apollo mouthed a filthy word and shuddered when his own climax followed.

It was very late that night when, finally, Apollo was free to do as he pleased.

As Jia had predicted, they had been interrupted that afternoon, minutes after they hadfinishedwith loud bangs on the door to their suite. They hadn’t even separated yet.

In his urgency to get Jia alone, he hadn’t let his mother or his sisters tell him that they had invited around hundred guests to celebrate his and Jia’s sudden union. A wedding reception, Mama had said with a glint in her eye, so that their extended family, long-standing friends and his grandparents could meet her wonderful, new daughter-in-law and bless this very real marriage.

He had been in such a hurry that he hadn’t even noticed the staff putting up marquees and tables outside. The reason why they had all been so busy cooking, even with outside catering ordered.

While Apollo had fixed his clothes and responded to Chiara banging on their door with a catlike grin, Jia had disappeared into the bathroom and locked herself in. He hadn’t seen her again until the evening when she descended the stairs behind a beaming Chiara.

Apparently, his wife had made a deal with Mama—in exchange for donning a dress and deserting her usual lacy tops and short shorts tonight, Mama would teach Jia how to cook.

To say he was stunned, by her negotiations with his motherandher look, would be an understatement. It was becoming clear that not only had she won them over in just a few days but his mother and sisters had already gained her trust. As if she was blossoming in a different way under their honest and yet tender care.

Still, as only Jia could, she retained her own style, and that little fact pleased him way out of proportion. For all the rigid requirements he’d held on to in his head for a wife for years, he wanted to change only one thing about the one he had now.

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