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He chuckled. “A question for the ages.” He was quiet for a moment, as if he were deciding before he continued. “Your hair.”

“My hair is not a color,” she protested.

“It is a color all its own. I’m persuaded there is nothing else in nature quite the same glorious shade of copper shot through with golds.” As he spoke, he sifted a handful of hair, letting it fall softly to the bare skin of her back. “It changes by sunlight, candlelight, or lamplight.”

She dared to tip her head back to find him looking at her. Their gazes clashed and held.

“It is quite ordinary,” she murmured.

“On the contrary.” He shook his head. “I am persuaded to believe that everything about you is extraordinary.”

They stared at each other, the air going heavy with portent and promise. A rush of yearning knifed through her, potent and fierce. He was so gentle and sweet with her, frankly appreciative in a way she’d never experienced. This was terrifyingly new territory, and she wasn’t certain what to do about it.

“I think the time for questions is done,” Apollo said softly. “Come here, love.”

She was already plastered against his chest. “I am here, silly man.”

“Not where I want you.” His hands found her waist, and he lifted her until she was straddling him.

The shift in positioning brought his erect cock between them. He was thick, long, and delightfully hard against her sensitive folds.

“Oh,” she said on a gasp of pleasure as he rolled his hips and used his length to tease her pearl. “Again?”

Apollo cupped her breasts, his thumbs working over her nipples. “Again. I can’t get enough of you.”

She knew the feeling. It seemed to her that the more they made love, the more she wanted him. Her appetite for Apollo was voracious and insatiable. She moved against him, grinding her hips, seeking the pleasure only he could give.

It all felt so good. Too good. Better than good. And she wanted more and more and more. How could she ever have her fill of this man? She had thought to quench the yearning by indulging in her desire once. But once had not been sufficient, and she was beginning to fear that no number of times in this man’s arms ever would be.

She reached between them to stroke his length. He was hot and hard in her hand, the skin velvet-soft. An answering ache pulsed deep within her. She was already shamelessly wet.

“Put me inside you, love,” Apollo urged, his voice a deep, seductive rasp.

She dragged the tip of him through her soaked folds, using him to toy with her swollen pearl before slicking back to her entrance. The slight pressure of his thickness made her moan. But she remained hesitant, uncertain how to proceed.

He seemed to understand her unspoken confusion, for he reached between them, his long fingers closing over hers in a firm grip. “Like this, love.”

As one, they fed his cock into her body. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of him stretching and filling her, the heady rush of being the one in control.

“That’s it.” He released his hold and clamped both of his hands on her hips, guiding her down until he was lodged deep inside her, so deep. “Now take what you want, my beautiful Phee. Use me. Fuck me.”

Such vulgar words uttered in his dark, silken voice. Their effect upon her was electric. At his urging, she moved, rising up and sinking down on him again. She hadn’t realized such a position was possible. The angle, the way he glided within her, the power she wielded, it was all so decadent.

She was already perilously close to reaching her peak. She moved faster, harder, hips undulating, rocking over his rigid length as he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Ophelia clenched on him in response. Each thrust of her hips ground him against her clitoris, stoking the flames. She was flying higher and higher, her body tightening, the pleasure within her building and building until she was almost ready to explode.

He released her breast and met her gaze. “You’re going to make me come.”

His warning triggered a response within her, wetness sluicing down his cock. Because she wanted him to lose control. Wanted him to fall apart, and she wanted to be responsible for it.

“Yes,” she murmured, hips still frantically pumping.

Seeking, seeking.

He caught her other nipple in his mouth, the hot, wet suction pushing her over the edge.

She fell headlong.

Her inner muscles contracted on him, tightening as the pleasure burst forth. He groaned, moving beneath her, his eyes hotter than coals freshly removed from the grate as he watched her.