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only me.” He stared down at her as his hands stroked
her flesh. “You need to feed, you feed from me. You need to fuck,
you fuck me.”
    The idea of biting someone else filled her with
revulsion. She’d tasted the sweet warmth of Apollo’s blood, a blood
that was so different from Eric’s bitter bile, and even now, she
hungered for more of him.
    As for wanting another man…well, she’d never wanted
anyone the way she wanted him. Never felt such strong passion, had
such freaking amazing sex…until him.
    His hands slipped beneath the bodice of her dress,
and his fingers, those strong, wicked fingers, plucked her nipples.
“Terese, promise me.”
    She felt her sex moisten. “Only—ah—you.”
    He growled. “Right answer.” He yanked her dress down,
baring her breasts completely. “And I’ll only be with you. No one
else can even fucking compare.” Then his mouth latched onto her
right breast, sucking, licking, biting—
    Her knees buckled. His arm caught her as she slipped
and easily held her upright. “You taste so good,” he rasped against
her flesh and turned his attention to her other breast. His lips
closed over her plump flesh, and he sucked her breast, pulling the
nipple deeply into his mouth, using his tongue, his teeth.
    But this time, she wanted something…more.
“Apollo…”
    He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. He was
breathing hard, his chest rising and falling jerkily.
    “I…want to taste you.” Her admission.
    He turned his head as he offered his throat.
    “No.” She took a deep breath. “
I want to taste
you.
”
    Terese saw the understanding in his eyes. “I-I’ll be
careful,” she promised.
Sure, the fangs might put some guys
off—
    His hands moved to her shoulders and he pushed Terese
to her knees.
    —but, Apollo wasn’t your average guy.
    “I like to be sucked hard,” he told her as his
fingers trailed over her lips.
    Her knees were on the wooden floor. Her hand still
cradled his cock. Her tongue snaked out, lightly licking the thick
head and sweeping away that sweet drop of moisture.
    A growl built in his throat. “Open your mouth.”
    She licked him again, a long, slow lick from base to
head.
    He shuddered.
    Terese knew he wanted to control her, that he wanted
to dominate, but she wasn’t going to let him. It was her turn to
have the power. Her turn to control the pleasure.
    Her tongue curled over the head of his arousal.
    “Terese…
suck my cock.”
    Her lips opened over him, and she took him inside,
just one inch, then she pulled back.
    His hands tightened in her hair.
    She smiled up at him. Then she took him inside, deep
inside, and she sucked him, tight and hard.
    “Oh, yes.” His eyes closed and he thrust against her
mouth. “Just like that.”
    Her tongue licked the underside of his cock, and she
drew him even deeper into her mouth. She could feel the head of his
cock against her throat, feel the rough, thick ridge of his flesh.
Her mouth worked him, licking, sucking, and holding him tight with
her cheeks and tongue.
    His cock swelled, pulsed, and she knew his orgasm was
coming. Arousal flooded her as she worked him, and her fingers
trailed down her body, slipped between her legs and rubbed, pushed.
There.
    She could taste him already. Taste his rich, warm
flavor—
    “No!” He pulled back, stepping away from her.
    Blinking, Terese stared up at him. Her lips were open
and trembling. Her hand was buried between her legs—
    His eyes widened as he gazed down at her.
    She froze as she realized just what she was
doing.
    Before she could even blush, he grabbed her, jerked
her upright, and hauled her over to the sofa. Then he was pushing
her onto the cushions, shoving her dress up, and burying that thick
cock in her sex. He thrust into her, driving deep over and over and
she loved it,
loved it.
    Her head thrashed against the sofa. She lifted her
hips, shoving against him, wanting to take him deeper, deeper—
    Her legs wrapped around his hips. She moaned, a