Chapter 4

Savitar was content just holding Apollymi so close to him. He could feel the light thumping of her wild heart inside her chest.

She was reticent and scared.

Probably he should had said something to soothe her, but he waited patiently for her to speak. He knew it was difficult for her. When your life was screwed over too many times, and as bad as hers had been, was not easy to trust others.

Savitar knew this for own experience. He was shocked to realize how open he had been with her since he arrived to Kalosis that night. Something that was very unlike him, and definitely not what he had planned to do. His past was neither all bed of roses, that's why he understood her hesitation. He had it too. For centuries, he had made his best effort to keep the feelings for her deeply buried inside him, but exhaustion over showing hate for her when, in fact, he was dying to hold her, kiss her, ease some of her sorrows, overrode his determination and doubts.

Silence prevailed between them. Not the awkward kind that needs to be filled with foolish words, but the one where the mere company of the other is enough.

Savitar nuzzled her hollow of her neck, getting drunk of her scent of roses. Never before he had smelled it so close to the source, and gave thanks to the Gods for it. The first inhalation was enough to develop an incurable addiction.

He was forever condemned now. No other scent would ever made him lose his head like that sweet bouquet. His body responded wildly to it, which went instantly hard, as never been before. Painfully so.

He couldn't do anything about it, not unless Apollymi made her move.

What he could do was to lose himself even further in her flowery scent. His mouth watered. He wanted... no, no, he needed to sample it. With the lightest of the strokes, he licked the exact spot where Apollymi's pulse was stronger. She sucked her breath in sharply and he groaned at the exquisite taste bombarding his senses.

"Savitar?" Apollymi sighed.

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Tasting manna from Heaven," not giving her pause to think, Savitar dropped his lips once again to her neck. He savored her again and again, placing soft kisses all the way up to her ear. He took Apollymi's earlobe between his lips and sucked it gently.

She trembled in his arms, meowing and gasping for air. He could feel her reticence fading away. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, right into her ear. His hands roamed all over her body, feeling every curve... the smoothness of her fair skin.

To his surprise, an ardent plea left her lips. "More, please."

He thought that was safe to assume she had gotten to a decision. He was thrilled that she was giving them a chance. He knew that going through that road with her would be challenging, but he had not doubt it also would be rewarding to the extreme.

He left a trail of kisses along her jaw and nibbled at her chin, while he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed gently. "What is that you want?"

She opened her swirling silver eyes and looked right into his. They sparkled with passion so intense that was almost impossible to hold the gaze. "You, all of you... Us."

Savitar smiled at her request. The sweet words made his heart soared. "As you wish, my lady." He kissed her as if there wasn't a tomorrow, leaving both breathless. "Your chambers?"

"What?"

"Where are they? Because, I got every intention of taking my time with you," Savitar brushed his thumb over Apollymi's swollen bottom lip and wiggled his eyebrows. "And don't want anyone that dares to come unannounced, seeing what they shouldn't. Especially with Daimon Central next door."

The small "o" in her lips was almost comical and the blush on her cheeks was absolutely adorable. A second later, they were in a spacious room with a huge bed in the middle of it. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and a light breeze swayed the white organza curtains.

"So this is your room? I pictured it different," he commented, with the only purpose of irking her. "I thought you'd decorate it with the heads of your enemies in spikes."

Instead, the room was surprisingly ladylike, with a very romantic styling. The cover on the bed and the chaise lounge by the windows were made by a flowery patterned silk and lace. A small bouquet of black roses was on one night stand. And a lamp was in the other.

"Ugh! Shut up!" she snarled at him.

"Make me!"

Her eyes sparkled with irritation and need. She shoved him backwards, with a determined expression on her face. Savitar staggered when his knees hit the edge of the bed and made him fall back on in. He leaned on his elbows and watched her nearing to him, with regal pace. She was the epitome of beauty. No woman could compare to her. It was impossible to find a single flaw in her. Look at her was enough for any man to crave her. She was beautiful as she was deadly. And that was hot as hell.

Savitar couldn't believe he had waited so much time to expose his feelings to her. What a waste of time.

But he had every intention of making up for it.

Apollymi placed her knees on the mattress, straddled him and crawled over. Savitar eased back flat on the bed, never pulling his gaze of her. Apollymi put her hands at each side of his head, she leaned down and kissed him hard, and with that single action let him know that now she wanted the control. It was something he rarely did, but for once, he didn't mind to surrender it.

He should be afraid of her intentions. There is nothing more dangerous than a woman with something to prove. Much more when that woman was the Destroyer. But in the end, she was his precious Polly. Whatever she was going to do was okay with him.

While she called the shots with the kiss, Savitar used both of his hands to explore her body. His traveling fingers went down on her back searching for what he wanted to taste the most.

Apollymi pulled away from his lips, completely out of breath, but she didn't stopped the assault on him. She devoted herself to tease his neck, mimicking what he done to her before. She ran her long red nails over his chest and abs. Savitar's body was electrified. Every nerve ending was overstimulated. All his senses were in overdrive. He never felt such a bliss before. If he died right at that second, he wouldn't have mind, not in the slightest.

His hands went even lower over Apollymi's back and cupped her back cheeks. Moaning in pleasure, she took a peck at his nipple. The bite sent a breath-taking wave of ecstasy from head to toe. "Son of a-!"

Apollymi burst in laughter. Beautiful as the sound was, it aggravated him. She dared to laugh at him!

"You think that's funny, huh?"

"Maybe," she chuckled.

Savitar flipped over the bed taking Apollymi with him, his weight pinned her beneath him. That killed her amusement. She widened her eyes in surprise. "Let's see if you're going to laugh now," he threatened her in husky tone.

Using his powers he got rid of her dress, along with his pants and shirt. They were getting in the way. Inch by inch, he kissed her going down her body. He ran his tongue over a puckered nipple. Hearing her purring put a huge smile on his face. Savitar pulled back to see her expression. Her laughter completely gone now, she had her eyes closed and was breathing hard through her mouth. Of utter pleasure was the only way to describe her face.

He went back to work, giving the same treatment to the other nipple, which was begging for his attention. He suckled it gently while played with the other between his fingertips.

Apollymi moaned as he toyed with her. Savitar could get use to this so easily. She was even more delicious than he ever imagined. His wildest dreams paled in comparison to the mind-blowing reality.

She put her hands on his head, as if she didn't want him to go anywhere. Savitar didn't have that intention. Not yet, anyway.

He stayed there, licking; sucking; nibbling; tasting her breasts. However, his hand wandered over her torso and further down. Both sucked their breaths in sharply when his fingers ventured between her legs. She was so wet. Hot and ready for him.

He sank a finger into her body and stroke her with deliberate slowness. She bit her lip in frustration and peered down at him, begging for more. When he added a second finger, she swayed her hips up to meet with his thrusts.

She parted her thighs even farther in a silent invitation... or maybe a desperate request. He didn't care which was. Either way he was going to comply. He lowered himself, burying his face where she wanted, and replaced his fingers for his tongue.

Forget nectar or ambrosia, her taste was the most exquisite thing he ever had the privilege of delighting. Savitar licked and teased her with no mercy whatsoever. He explored every fold, every inch of her, using his whiskers to intensify her pleasure.

"Oh, Sav, please. I can't take it anymore."

"Don't hold back, precious. Let me take you to where nothing else matters but pleasure."

And he did. He sank his head between her legs again, reaching up to cup one of her breasts. A perfect handful. Her nipple was erected, asking for attention. He pinched it and she gasped. The erotic sound sent a jolt through him, driving his own need higher. He grazed his tongue against her hot button and Apollymi burst in ecstasy. He continued lapping and sucking it to wring every bit of pleasure out of her. He didn't stop teasing her until her body stopped convulsing in ecstasy and was too spent to even to beg for mercy.

"Am... I... dead?" she panted. The smile on her face was the undeniable prove that she was a satisfied woman.

Savitar chuckled. "If you are, then I want to die too."

"By all means, join me."

He crawled over her body until he was cradled between her legs. Apollymi moaned when she felt him nudging against her. Incapable to wait a second longer, Savitar slid inside her all the way to the hilt. She felt so good, smooth and warm. Having her body wrapped around his was Heaven. Slow and easy, he began to rock himself against her hips.

Gasping, she moaned at how good he felt. Savitar lifted himself up to look down at her while he thrust inside her. Apollymi wrapped her legs around his waist driving him deeper inside her. She ran her hands over his body, awakening shivers in her wake.

He quickened his strokes and ground his teeth. It didn't took much longer for her body to erupt with pleasure a second time that night. Arching her back, she cried out his name as he thrust harder and deeper, giving her more pleasure.

When she regained her senses again, Apollymi cupped Savitar's face and kissed him. The softness of her touch broke something inside him, and sent him over the edge. He buried himself deep inside her and growled as his body released itself. He lay on top of her, panting and weak, but happy. Unable to move, he shook in her arms.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"Never better."

Regretting that he needed to, he slid out of her. He rolled to his side, keeping her tucked against him. He didn't want to let her go. Not now, not ever. She buried her head in the hollow of his neck, her silky hair tickling his skin.

"That was amazing," she murmured.

"I know."

She huffed and lifted her head. Humor swirled in her silver eyes. "So humble."

"Always," he grinned and she rolled her eyes. Savitar nudged her to lay down again, cherished in his arms; she complied without hesitation. Lost in thought, she traced her fingers on his chest. "Where are your demons?"

She was referring to the several creatures that were bound to him. Most of the time they resided in his skin as tattoos, unless he commanded them otherwise. He had sent them away earlier that day.

"To some business," he mumbled half sleep.

"You won't tell me what business?"

She stretched her neck up to put her eyes on his face. Savitar's eyes fluttered open, the violet abyss swallowing her whole. "They're on the trail of Kessar."

Apollymi growled at the mention of the demon. "That bastard needs to be stopped, Savitar. If he, or any other of his morsels, hurt my son or his family-"

"I know, precious. Don't worry. We'll stop him. We always stop the bad guys," the confidence in slit eyes was less than flattering. "You should know it better than anyone." Savitar grinned at her low growl. They, mostly Ash and his crew, had stopped her evil plans in the past... and probably would do it again in the future.

There was no need to fool himself in that not happening. Apollymi was who she was. If an opportunity knocks on her door, she's going to take it. Deep down, Savitar knew and understood her reasons to turn against mankind. He didn't approve, but couldn't really blame her. There had been some times in which that same desire had ran deep inside him.

The humanity was lucky that he decided to protect it, instead of preying on it. He wouldn't have much mercy than she had... maybe less.

"If you wanted to be hilarious, you failed miserably."

He hugged her tight. "I'm dead serious, Polly. But tonight, I want to think about anything, except you in my arms."

He eased Apollymi on her back and kissed her. For a few seconds she resisted his advances, until he lower his hand reaching between her legs. Groaning in pleasure, she spread her thighs apart, opening herself to him. Savitar stroke her with his fingers, she was still wet. He pushed two fingers inside her.

"Oh, holy-" Apollymi's words were lost as Savitar rocked his fingers in and out of her. And he was kissing her again, his tongue thrusting like his fingers, tasting her mouth, taking her breath away. Dominating and demanding.

Only when she writhing in the brink of the orgasm, Savitar stopped teasing her with his fingers and slid himself inside her. He rocked himself against her hips, over and over. The pleasure of being with her, being just one, had his head reeling. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered in her ear. "I'd stay like this forever."

"I won't let you leave," she said.

In the next second she arched her back, Savitar's name echoing off the walls. All her body quivered while the orgasm hit her. The intensity of her pleasure took him over the edge. Savitar joined Apollymi in nirvana, roaring and having the petit mort in her arms.