Hate That I Love You

Chapter 3

"Then, you die!"

Apollymi whirled around, ready to strike. Her blood and soul were boiling in rage. She got no other thought than erase Savitar from existence.

That was until he grabbed and pulled her closer to him, covering her lips with his. The unexpected action made her gasp. Savitar didn't waste the opportunity at her unwilling invitation to invaded her mouth. She wasn't prepared for the kiss, neither for the sensation of him tasting her so intimately. The last one who had done such thing had been Archon. And even then, it hadn't been so intense as this.  

The assault on her short-circuited her brain, putting on hold her murderous intentions for the moment. She couldn't think straight. She put her hands on his shoulders to pull away, but he held her tighter and deepened the kiss. The lust and need of him for her was infectious.

Apollymi has conflicted emotions running through her. The anger inside her blend with the hunger for a loving touch, which had been neglected for too long. It was a volatile combination. She wanted to geld Savitar for daring to touch her, but she couldn't make herself pull away from him. 

She surrendered to the pleasure of having a warm body holding her possessively. Her head reeled with the scent of the ocean mixed with the masculine essence of Savitar. He kissed her, long and hard, filling her mouth with his tongue and his taste, and demanding a response. She gave it to him, gripping his head and stealing his breath.

His beard was a bit harsh on her sensitive skin, but she liked the sensation. His soft lips and the itchy beard were the two faces of the same coin. Very apropos for him. She never thought he could be so passionate. Behind that cold stance he usually had, there was a volcano ready to burst.
When Savitar felt she wasn't fighting his attentions anymore, he gentled his embrace and ran his hands up and down on her uncovered back. The warm fingertips raised goosebumps on her skin and sent chill through her spine. 

Apollymi never knew when her hands left Savitar's shoulders and ended on his nape. She had her fingers entangled with his long dark hair. She was clinging to it for her dear life.

Gasping for air, Savitar broke the kiss. He nipped her bottom lip once... twice, before pulling away just enough to looked at her in the eyes. He waited for her reaction.

"Why?" was all she could say. She was too confused to come up with a proper comeback.

"I wanted to do that a long time ago," he whispered. He looked down at her mouth and up again, savoring her taste off his lips. "I got to many regrets to carry to the afterlife. If you're to kill me, I don't want to die with the dissatisfaction of never kissing the most beautiful woman in the universe." 

The sultry tone in his voice swept through her, taking away part of her remaining anger. But also made her feel uncomfortable.

What was wrong with her? She had never been this self-conscious or so accommodating. She snapped from the idiotic trance and stepped away from Savitar. Immediately she felt the loss of his heat, the sensation of his bare chest against hers. However, his salty scent of the ocean continued impregnated in her nose. 

She glared at him, "I don't know why you're so determined to make your death as slow and painful as possible."

"That's starting to sound like an idle promise, you know. Just tonight, how many times have you threatened my life already? And I'm still here."

She hissed. "I really hate you."

"I hate you too, precious."

The fire in his lavender eyes wasn't in synchrony with his words. It spoke loud and clear about the lust he felt inside burning for her. He gazed her mouth again and again, as if he was a thirsty dying man and the spring of fresh water that could save him poured out from her lips.