Page 78 of Heir of the Beast
I fight a smile.
He is so charming with this innocent act that my defenses start to fall. He is teasing me in the most addicting way.
“Can we continue our game?”
I laugh. “Why do you want me as a wife?”
Apollo walks over to the couch and sits down, his large frame taking up most of it. “Why do I want you? That’s a loaded question.” He tilts his head as he looks me up and down.
“Because you’re different from the others. Mysterious, passionate, with the most seductive eyes I have ever beheld. I know you have secrets, that there is more to you than you’re letting on, but I still want you as my wife.”
He pauses and smiles. “I always want the best. I am the best at everything, and that will never change. I need a woman to match me in every way.”
“You’re taunting me.”
His eyes are alight with mischief.
I try to glare at him, not wanting to get caught in his snare. “I see.”
He sits up on the couch. “You need help undressing?”
I bite my lip to keep from grinning. “No.”
He groans. “Hurry, woman.”
I sit down on the couch across from him and hike up my sparkling skirts. He watches my hands like I’m defusing a bomb.
I expose my thighs, where my lace stockings show, and I think I hear him say something.
“Higher.”
I raise a brow, my pulse jumping.
“Let me help,” he suggests with a gruff tone.
I think I nod.
Apollo is in front of me before I can even blink my eyes. His large frame is now pushing my legs apart, and he is kneeling between my thighs.
“I think you’re cheating,” I say breathlessly.
His platinum hair is in wild disarray, and mixed with his abnormal eyes, it’s lethal. A dangerous concoction for the female libido.
He is so close I can smell the wild scent of him. The heat from his body is almost burning me. I take a shaky breath, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is checkmate.
I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his lips on my neck, jaw, then down to my cleavage. My head falls back, and I am in a different time and place—a place where only intense bliss is felt.
Apollo grabs the back of my head, and his hot mouth claims mine aggressively. I don’t back down, and I meet every sweep of his tongue in my mouth. He tastes delicious, like dark red wine.
Our mouths mold and move in a seductive dance that has me out of my mind with desire. I hear him groan into my mouth as he pulls me closer to him.
“Shirt!” I pull back and shout before his mouth scorches a trail down my neck. “Take y-your shirt off.”
I hear him laugh. “So bossy,” he whispers. “You owe me a question, Angel,” he breathes into my neck as his tongue swirls around my pulse.
I can barely think, let alone answer a question.
If I didn’t know any better, I would say he’s taking advantage of me.
