Hate That I Love You

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.

He should have 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 from 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 on her scent of roses. He had never smelled it so close to the source before , 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 make him lose his head like that sweet bouquet. His body responded wildly to it, which went 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 doubted 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 a 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 come unannounced, seeing what they shouldn't. Especially with Daimon Central next door."