Page 149 of Heir of the Beast

“I wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. I think I’ve dreamed of you every night since, naked in my bed like this. I thought I was losing my sanity. It was so out of character for me.

“It was like you poisoned me, and you were the only cure.” He pauses to suck on my skin. “You didn’t put a spell on me, did you?”

I think he's really asking, which makes me laugh. “No, I did not.” ~Though my dressmaker is on point~.

My pulse is hammering at the things he is saying. I had no idea. I guess Pierce was right when he said Apollo liked the shipwrecked outfit.

Apollo admitting this to me makes this so real. We both are in this way too deep to have this blow up in our faces. I have so much emotion inside me that it frightens me.

He moves the sheet, and his large hand finds my flat belly, slowly massaging it. I really wish I had a mirror right about now. I’m feeling a little self-conscious at the moment.

Though, when he looks at me, it’s like I’m the prettiest woman on the planet.

I feel his hand near the underside of my breast, making me tense, skin tingling.

“I want you, Angel.”

“I want you too,” I barely say.

Apollo tilts his head at me and takes a breath, his muscled chest rising. “I want you as my wife.” He cups my heavy breast, squeezing it.

“Yes,” I moan, all I can get out.

Apollo groans as he pinches my nipple. “You are so gorgeous. Never have I seen a woman swinging on a pole as you did. I want more of it.”

I open my eyes and look at him, breathing hard as he massages my breasts. “Are you sure you can handle it?” I pant.

He squeezes my nipple hard.

I yelp and jump up, laughing, moving to the other side of the bed. “Stay away, I can’t think when you do that.”

Apollo grins and adjusts his towel. “You’re naked. I can’t get that out of my head.”

“You asked me to marry you. Focus,” I say with a laugh.

“I believe you already knew that, Angel. I want to marry you in eight days,” he says.

Fear washes over me.

After I tell him.

Apollo tilts his head. “How does that sound?”

I try to calm my nerves. “Perfect,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He grabs my legs with one reach and yanks me back to him. I gasp when he has me pinned again.

“When I was Siron, I thought I’d lost you to another man. It made me go to dark places. I never want to feel that again.”

“Well,” I say, loving the smell of him, his golden skin so tantalizing, “as long as you do not plan on being someone else again, that should not happen.”

His head leans down and he kisses my neck like he can’t help it.

“Are you going to do something about the sex trade?”

He leans up and nods. “It’s a heavy process, but when we get back, I will gather our allies to take them down.

“Galleon wanted to wage war with us until they found out about Irena’s betrayal to your father. They will want to take out whoever abducted his daughters, you have my word on that.”

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