Page 145 of Heir of the Beast

~So thrilling!~

He drops his hand, leaving his mouth hanging open. Apollo’s glittering gaze meets mine and a dark smile suddenly spreads over his lips. My skin tingles and my stomach tightens in response.

I lower in my movements then back up again, back pressing to the poster.

“Drop your arms, ~now,”~ he orders in a harsh whisper, licking his lips.

I bite my lip, noticing the bulge in his pants has grown three times its size.

~Checkmate, Apollo.~

I drop my arms, giving him a full view of my glorious C-cup girls. My nipples are tight, and my skin is on fire, flushed. I move before Apollo can pounce on me, not able to look him in the eyes just yet.

I can feel his energy escalating, making me a little apprehensive.

I grab the pole and climb up it, moving and rocking my hips, then sliding down, spreading my legs. I am very flexible and limber, something I’m sure is shocking Apollo.

A bold move indeed.

I was going to dance more for him, but in an instant, I am pinned to the wall, hands over my head.

I gasp when I feel him devour my neck then my breasts, yanking me up to give him better access. I moan, scream, pant, squirm as he sucks my nipples.

He is out for revenge.

My wrists are pinned above me, and I am at his mercy.

He finally lets go of my hands and grabs my ass, grinding against me while he sucks and kisses me everywhere he can: my neck, chin, shoulder, earlobe—before lifting me up again to torture my breasts.

Apollo is a storm, barely giving me time to react or breathe. I moan his name and then desperately grab at his shirt. “Off!” I pant.

His dark gaze glitters as he removes his shirt with one violent pull.

~Holy moly.~

~Apollo is like a superhero, muscles flexing and shifting.~

Instant skin on skin, my breasts pressed to his hard, muscled chest. The sensation is overwhelming, especially when I can feel him ripping my thong in half with a dark grin.

My lower region is on fire, and my mind is in a delicious haze as I feel his hand start to work me ~there~.

I come so hard and fast that I scream—and he’s ~barely~ touched me, for crying out loud. This man is just too much sexiness for me to handle. A mere little human versus a god-like creature.

My lady bits are dazed and confused, like the moment you wake up in a hospital bed with doctors leaning over you with a bright light.

I hear him chuckle and the sound is the hottest thing I have ever heard. “I am going to torture you all night,” he threatens in my ear, sending an instant thrill down my spine. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He slaps my ass then throws me on the bed only to pounce on me, taking my legs and spreading them aggressively.

I should not be surprised at his fervor. I must have been driving him mad for this amount of heated passion.

I sit up as our lips collide, his mouth dominating mine. His tongue thrusts into mine, and I can feel his teeth, biting and sucking in a fiery frenzy. I am gasping for air.

He jerks my head back by pulling my hair, kissing down my neck, biting, licking, sucking. I gasp, feeling perspiration dotting my body.

I have~ never~ been with a man with an ounce of whatever Apollo is producing. This man’s sexual appetite is breaking the scale.

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