Page 57 of Heir of the Beast

~I need a firetruck.~

~I need something!~

He shifts his position as his arm circles around my back, lifting me, giving him better access. The feel of his scorching mouth on my sensitive flesh makes my lady parts come alive with alarming force.

Apollo moans into my breasts, and the sound makes my toes curl. I feel so much power around him that I feel completely weak, vulnerable. He could probably snap me like a twig if he wants.

“Angel,” he whispers. He drops his knife on the floor and grabs my right breast to massage and caress through my corset.

~He dropped his knife~, my brain whispers through heated desire.

For a fleeting second, I don’t care. The feel of Apollo worshipping me is so intoxicating that it wipes out my sane thoughts. I feel him licking, sucking, caressing.

He is losing control in the most delicious way, for his breathing is escalating and his kisses are becoming frantic.

Apollo takes a harsh breath as he uncontrollably lifts my skirts, knocking the knife next to my hand.

~Oh, mercy.~

I don’t want this to stop.

But I grab the knife as I feel him reach my thighs, then dangerously higher. My mind is now in fragments, shattered glass. My head falls back as I feel his fingers rub me ~there. ~Just a little bit longer…

I can barely breathe; my skin is on fire. My neck muscles are no longer working.

I hear fabric rip, then his hand is on my bare flesh. I scream in pleasure as he starts to work me into a wild animal with each deep plunge.

He is maneuvering his fingers as I have ~never ~felt before. I can’t even think. I feel his hot mouth on my neck, breasts, shoulder, jaw, and ear as he works me harder.

He is unrelenting, not allowing me to think for one second. His fingers swirl over my most sensitive parts, my core hot and throbbing.

I feel him smile into my neck as the pressure builds, and I let out a moan, moving my hips in sync with his hand.

The only thing I can do is moan and writhe.

I scream, biting my lip to quiet my voice. I know nothing. I see stars, fireworks, and an atomic bomb exploding with the mushroom cloud.

After the waves of sensation leave, my brain returns.

Holy moly, what did we just do? I suddenly feel him kissing his way up my leg and red alerts ring loud.

I close my eyes, wanting this so bad, but I know if I let him and he returns to his senses, realizing I have his knife, I will not escape. This is my only chance to catch him off guard.

I feel him grip my thighs hard, and I must shove the erotic thrill back down. I need to hurry, because if he reaches his destination, I’m gone with the wind.

I feel his tongue licking his way to my core, and his moan sends lightning streaks through my body.

I f-ing hate to do this.

I use the sharp knife to slash my pinned dress free. I feel him instantly react, but it’s too late as I drive the sharpened blade into his thigh.

He will not die, and it should heal nicely.

Tunnel vision sets in as I get up, hearing him yell in agony. This is a ~dick~ move, but I have no other choice. I’m sorry.

I want to yell, “Thank you for the amazing experience we just had!” but that might come off wrong.

Everything seems like I’m in a dream now as I run toward the bay window. Slow motion.

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