Natasha

Apollo stared at me for one more time and then he crashed his lips over mine. He crushed me beneath him, his body flattening mine, his fingers wrapped around my nape and his thighs pressing mine in a way that I could no longer run away from me. With no space between us, I could hear the rhythmic pounding of his heart.

I was so wet that it must have dampened his erection. Every part in my body throbbed. My breasts became heavy and my nipples pebbled straining against his ridged muscles. He kissed me so hard that his fangs lanced my tongue. That action was enough to scorch my soul. I was burning inside with intense feelings. I didn’t know when he slid his finger down and then inside me. “You are mine,” he rasped. When he left me, we were both gasping for air. He trailed a line of kisses down my torso and reached my navel. He kissed it deeply over there, licking my skin with skin and then went lower.

“Wait, answer—” When I tried to scramble, he clamped my hips and yanked me back. He hel