Page 165 of Heir of the Beast

“I was advised to not touch you until we made it back,” he smiles against my mouth, “but you’re naked, so…”

I squeal as Apollo picks me up and carries me to the wall, making my legs wrap around his hips.

Adrenaline pounds through my veins when I feel his mouth suctioning hard to my neck, his hands sliding under my robe and gripping my ass.

My hands are in his glorious platinum hair, ringlets everywhere. ~Sexy as hell~. He lifts his head and the dark, passionate look in his gaze leaves me breathless.

I am the luckiest girl in the universe.

He touches me ~there~, and I close my eyes in bliss, my world spinning. “Look at me,” he groans, and licks his lips, dark eyes glittering.

Apollo smiles when I look at him while his fingers are now deep within me, moving with precision, the pace accelerating. I can’t even think of words, my mind is mush.

“I am going to make you scream, Angel.”

And boy do I. I think poor Johnny downstairs will be reaching for his earplugs. Explosions fire off in my body. I am overheating.

He yanks off my robe, ~thankfully.~ I am so hot, I might pass out. “Apollo.” I beg for something, and I want it right now. I feel his mouth everywhere. His hand unzipping his pants makes me excited.

He pins me harder against the wall when I feel the hot length of him enter me with one fast plunge. I gasp and hold on—MERCY.

I don’t even recognize my own voice. He is pumping into me so fast that I can barely register anything but mind-blowing pleasure. I just hang on for dear life, moving my hips with his.

I feel his mouth on my breasts, neck, shoulder, jawline, and lips. It’s like a whirlwind. We are hot and heavy. I don’t know where he begins, and I end. I have heard that saying before and now I understand it fully.

There is something so erotic about me being completely naked and him fully clothed. I hear him whisper harshly into my neck as he thrusts harder. Endearments come from his lips and my heart is full.

And then it happens.

My ovaries explode.

~Kidding~, but we both come together, and it is ~magnificent.~

I feel a heavy wave of dizziness as Apollo lowers me to the ground, kissing my hair. “I love you, Angel.”

My legs are shaking and my brain running on overdrive, but I hear him say it,

“Wait till I get you back home. We need to build your stamina,” Apollo says in a husky voice full of dark promises.

“Now, let’s get you dressed and ready before the Fairy Godmother turns us into mice.” He pauses with a frown. “She really did say that…and she was not smiling.”

I laugh.

~I love him.~

Chapter 37

I sigh as I watch Apollo from my room, sitting on my floral couch, deep in thought.

He removed his leather coat due to the warm weather and is now sporting a charcoal gray, V-neck tee that shows off his muscled torso.

Tattoos are visible on his arms and upper chest, making me shiver.

I wonder what’s going through his head. That beautiful frown on his face gives me pause. That detached stare makes me curious.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He looks at me and his eyes go round as saucers. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”

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