Page 79 of Heir of the Beast

“Where did you come from?” he whispers into my ear. “Tell me, Angel.” His hand traces up to my thigh and squeezes my butt cheek hard, urging me to answer. “I want the truth.”

“I am the lost princess. Now kiss me,” I moan.

I feel his gaze on me, and I refuse to look at him, or he will see that I’m full of shit. I feel his hand moving, and I gasp when he touches me ~there. ~I sigh when I feel his lips back on my neck.

He starts to work me like the man does this for a living. His fingers are deep within me, and again he presses me.

“Tell me where you came from,” he says with force, his harsh breaths burning my skin.

I barely hear him as my body hums with such intense sensations that I think he is using some sort of black magic. No man can be that good with his hands, right? I thought that sort of thing was only in romance books.

“Where are you from?”

I feel the pressure build, and my thoughts are disconnected. At this point, I’m not even sure where I am right now, much less before.

I feel Apollo’s tongue on my neck as his hand works me, and that seems to do the trick. I am going to have an orgasm close to an atomic bomb, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t be jealous.

But then…

He stops.

How dare he!

“Where are you from, Angel?!”

“What does it matter? I’m here now!” I clamp my mouth shut, my breathing still harsh and uneven.

“What does it matter?! I think it matters a lot,” he says, his gaze seeming to change. A wave of fear breaks through the haze of lust.

I try to move, but he holds me in place.

“Answer.”

I lift my chin. “Get away from me.”

He smiles, but it’s cold. “Will you tell me if I do this?”

He leans his blonde head down and licks up my calf through my lace hose, lifting my leg. My breathing catches, and I feel his hot tongue caress its way up my leg. I don’t stop him. I can’t.

“I know what you’re doing!” I pant in pleasure. “It won’t work!”

~It might work.~

“We will see,” he breathes into my inner thigh. “You’re exquisite.”

I think I scream when I feel his mouth on my lady bits, and let me tell you, his tongue is better than his fingers, something I didn’t think was possible.

The ABCs are for amateurs, because this man is licking in different ancient languages—lost Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Nope. I’m not lasting long.

This man is going in for the kill this time.

Pleasure explodes inside my body, and I’m transported to a new dimension. Lights and fireworks explode in my belly, and I am left limp as a rag doll.

He is amazing—no denying that he is probably good at everything he does.

“Tell me.”

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