Page 127 of Heir of the Beast

I squeeze my eyes shut.

His lips are now on my neck, and I moan, or sigh, or express my distaste. I hope.

I feel my body humming, tingling, a warmth spreading in my lower regions as his tongue tastes me. I try not to make a sound, but my vocal cords are not communicating with my brain.

The moment his lips take mine I am gone. He is devouring me almost to a point where I cannot breathe. His tongue plunges into my mouth and I am at his mercy. I cannot get enough of him.

Our mouths are combating in a heated and dangerous dance. I am breaking the rules, but my body will not stop. I can’t stop. I can’t. ~I want him.~

He seems familiar even though I have not seen all of his face. I have not known him long, but I can’t contain this desire. It’s almost as if I know his mouth already.

We are losing control.

I can feel his desire shift, and now it’s turned desperate, frantic, ~wild~. I am pressed hard against the wall as his mouth breaks away from my swollen lips.

He scorches a trail down my neck, making me grip him harder. I am panting, grabbing at his dark hair, anything I can get my hands on. His mouth is on my cleavage, pulling me up to ravish me better.

Oh mercy. The man has passion, and he is almost scaring me with it. Our hearts are beating together, our breathing harsh and rapid.

I grab his mask and rip it off, wanting to see all of him.

He seizes me instantly and flips me around so I’m facing the wall. I can feel the hardness of him and the heat coming from his body. ~Bad move.~

“Not allowed,” comes his harsh whisper.

I hear him moving while one arm braces me to the wall. He must be putting on his mask again, which makes me livid. “Why can’t I see? I don’t care if you’re scarred,” I hiss.

Siron flips me back around, and he is breathing hard, his large chest rising and falling. He is writing now, and I wait patiently, trying to get my brain waves back in sync.

What have I done? I have really cheated on Apollo this time, haven’t I? It makes me sick to my stomach.

There is something about Siron that draws me to him, something safe and familiar.

Stupid, I know.

He hands me the paper.

~You deny what you feel now?~

I feel my eyes cramp, and I look away. “Yes,” I whisper.

I can hear a hiss come from his mouth, and then he writes again. He hands me the paper after a few heartbeats, and I take it, dreading what it says.

~I thought you’d say that. Who do you work for? ~it reads.

I look at him. “Take off your mask, and I will tell you.”

Will I?

I might have lied.

He just stares at me, then closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

“Why won’t you show me?” I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat.

He takes the note in my hand and writes on the back. He hands me the note and I read it, my heart in my throat.

~What will Apollo think when he finds out your heart is not his anymore? His woman in love with another man.~

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