Natasha

“Natasha, I love you from the moon to the back,” he whispered as he thrust his shaft inside her languidly and stared at the two red marks on my skin. He licked the marks with his saliva. I knew his saliva had properties that would heal my mark quickly.

“Hmm…” I wanted to say the same, but the feeling of his length inside me under the moon rays was surreal. Something between us snapped and bonded so tightly that it was as if our spirits had coiled around each other and bonded.

Apollo didn’t stop. He started to move again. He yanked my head back after threading his fingers in my hair. As he pounded in me, he stared into my heavy-lidded eyes. I wanted to keep seeing him with that expression but soon, his mouth was on mine and we were both lost. We were both tangles of legs and arms. There was no sense of rhythm because both of us were frenzied. He thrust himself inside me, swelling more and stretching me further. Pressure coiled until it snapped out in my belly, rocking me till I cried