Page 97 of The Sun and Her Star

His hands. His touch. They are my body’s favorite. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the addictive pulsing between my thighs that only Graham has ever inspired.

My nipples pucker so fast and tight that it stings.

“Graham, I need … I’m …” I can’t form a coherent sentence.

“Shhh, I know baby,” he whispers before his tongue sweeps my bottom lip. I press myself into him and whimper when I can’t get close enough. His powerful hands cup my ass, and he grinds himself into me.

I lift my leg and hook it around his waist in a desperate attempt to get closer.

“More,” I moan.

“Everything,” he whispers. Then he lifts me off my feet and walks us until my back hits the wall.

He pins me there, both of his hands on either side of my head.

He holds me up with the deliciously warm and heavy weight of his sexy as fuck body and captures my mouth again. It’s messy, greedy, uncoordinated.

A desperate attempt to make up for all of the kisses we should have already shared.

Graham’s lips pull away from mine, and they travel down my chin. I throw my head back, and Graham nips my neck before he sucks it so hard that it stings. And then he works his way down my chest, sucking, biting.

He presses his hand to the space between my breasts and with one swift yank, rips my shirt right down the middle.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about these sweet nipples,” he growls before his mouth closes over one of my aching peaks. The moan that tumbles from my mouth is guttural and comes from an untouched place inside of me. I look down and gasp as waves of pleasure catapult through. The sight of his head at my breast. His eyes closed while he suckles, licks, bites, and kneads my breasts.

His hair skims my collarbones; his fresh, clean scent surrounds me. His mouth is devouring. I feel like I’m being consumed by the collective force of all of our longing and need.

Surely, it can’t be agoodthing to feel so much all at once. I haven’t felt this way since …

It’s time for you to leave.

The words that I’d managed to forget now barrel through the thick haze of lust clouding my brain.

No, I can’t do this.

The master of my ruin is ravishing me, and I’mlettinghim.

Even as I shove at his shoulders to push him away, I writhe against him. “Babe?” He releases my nipple with a pop and looks up at me through those eyes that just make me want to forget everything and give in.

I look down at myself and stare at my still wet pulsing nipple. I want to put his mouth back. I also see the small, already dark bruises his mouth and teeth have left all over my shoulders and chest. The stinging on my neck tells me I’ll find the same thing when I look I the mirror.

“Apollo, what’s wrong?”

“Let me down.” I unhook my legs and shove at his shoulders.

He doesn’t move.

“Please,” I beg. I can’t meet his eyes.

He swears under his breath and steps away from the wall and lets me hop down. I clutch my torn tank top, mortified at how easy that was for him to walk in here and just have his way.

I step around him and run to the kitchen. I pick up one half of the stupid spatula and hold it in front of me.

“Oh, Apollo,” he sighs, his mouth turned down in the corner. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid. I just don’t like it.”

He throws his head back andlaughs.

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