Natasha POV I couldn’t help stealing glances at his chiseled body. His eyes were frightening, filled with rage and something I couldn’t point out. His bared chest heaved under my gaze, every muscle and tendon rippling. I wanted to touch him again but I closed my fists in my lap, bunching up the skirt, under which I wasn’t wearing panties. It was difficult not to be aware of my nakedness. It was difficult not to be affected by this wolf. I wanted to move closer, put my fingers against those ridges and see how they reacted beneath my touch. I wanted to sift my nails through his black hair on his chest. His hair was mussed up. How could I not get attracted to a man like him—all tousled hair and bulging muscles? My gaze went to his tattoo—the rose vines around the wolf. I wanted to ask why he had the vines around the wolf, but refrained. Apollo had this dark aura around him that I was afraid of. So, I sat in my place, once again stealing glances in fascination. At one point of time,

I frowned. He traced the outline of my lips and then smoothened the crease on my forehead. I didn’t know why but every time I frowned, he tried to erase those lines. For a long time, Apollo traced my features, running his finger gently over my cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. As if that was not enough, he started running his fingers through my hair. He took a deep breath in and said, “I am sorry for not being able to protect you.” Our gazes locked, his full of concern, and mine puzzled. “You are under no obligation to protect me,” I replied, but that reply brought tremendous pain to my ribcage. “Ah!” I winced and closed my eyes, trying to understand what happened to me exactly. Apollo’s reaction to my pain was… surprising. When I opened my eyes, I saw that blood had drained from his face and he looked pale. “What happened?” he asked in a hoarse voice with a ragged breath. “Why does my rib cage hurt so much?” I asked and tried to remove my blanket to see the extent of damage done to

Two days later when I was discharged, I was hoping that my aunt and uncle would come and take me home. Instead, they messaged me that they won't be able to see me for the next week also. Kevin was apparently being an asshole who was making work difficult for both of them. It was all because of me. I was to be blamed. Sadness encompassed me when I read their message. It was good that I didn’t let them know about my visit to the hospital. They would have freaked out. Apollo was talking to the doctor when I was discharged with a satchel that consisted of my belongings. I was standing in the foyer, watching him with renewed appreciation and admiration. The doctor had said that I was as fit as a horse now and that I could attend the school easily. But I had to take precautions with my medicines. “You don’t need more than a five days course. Eat healthy and don’t eat junk food.” There went my burgers and pizzas. While I came out, Apollo still talked to the doctor about me. I was overwhelme

My back arched when I felt him hit the deepest part of my body. I felt things I had never known before. I clenched his shaft as I welcomed the stretch, and I could feel him shuddering and sweating against me, above me. Both of us were hanging on the edge of the cliff and we wanted to fall down with our arms wrapped around each other. “Say my name, Natasha,” he hissed. I let out his name from my quivering lips in reverence. “Apollo…” He took his shaft out and then delved in deep, twisting and rolling those lean hips in a way that I gasped, I groaned. He started moving slowly, waiting for me to adjust to his pace. His cock rubbed on a turgid spot inside that was titillating as hell. I clenched my muscles so tightly around him that he was having trouble controlling himself. He grew his pace and soon he became merciless, plunging inside me as if he had been desperate to do so, as if he wasn’t thinking. His teeth gnashed. His thighs quivered and I could feel the dust of hair against my

I didn’t know where Apollo was taking me, but I trusted him completely. And to be honest I would go anywhere as long as he would take me. I was sure that I would never again cross my paths with the black and depraved soul like him, and here I was… thinking about how much I had come to trust him? The feeling shook me from the inside, but at the same time, it felt… natural… as if we were bonded with each other through ages and times… eons… With our intertwined fingers on his thigh, he steered the jeep to the winding, undulating, nearly empty roads of the town. He would bring my hand to his mouth and kiss it but he never released it. We stopped at a shop in which he got in quickly and came out with a bottle of wine, blueberries and cheese. I couldn’t help but smile, wondering where he wanted to take me. “Where are we going?” I asked, curious as I looked at the wine. “It’s a surprise!” he said as he started the jeep and accelerated it. We drove all the way to the base of the valley on