Natasha

Apollo licked the blood on my lower lip and then trailed a line of kisses down my throat. It was as if he was out of control. He nibbled at my pulse point and grazed my skin with his sharp fangs. I stifled a yelp not because it was painful, but because I wanted him to sink his fangs in my flesh. Surely, I was just as mad as him. 

He left my hair and opened my shirt’s buttons while still pinning me against his hard erection and nibbling at my nape, snarling against my skin like a beast. When he opened all my buttons, he pushed my bra up and latched his mouth onto my breast. He sucked it so hard that I yelped and arched. I threaded my fingers in his hair as he ravaged me. I should be feeling horrible, but I was clutching my thighs. 

He snarled against my skin speaking incomprehensible words. “Apollo!” I cried. “Stop!” He stopped instantly and jerked h