Page 83 of Apples Dipped in Gold

“I am no siren,” she said, not looking at me but at my arousal. “I do not even know how to do this.”

Even if she did nothing else, I would be content, but then she bent and licked the come from the tip of my cock.

I groaned. “What has made you so bold, wild one?”

She smiled a little. “Curiosity,” she said, and then she swirled her tongue around me. “Do you like that?”

A strangled laugh left me. I could barely think. “Yes, wild one,” I said. “I love it.”

She did it again but continued to explore me with her tongue, running it along every part of me—beneath my crown and along the veins, down to my throbbing balls. I was in disbelief as I watched her. There was a joy to the way she teased and tested, and it was far more arousing than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

Finally, I could take it no longer, and I pulled her away.

“Enough, wild one. I want to be inside you before I come.”

She crawled up my body and straddled me, her mouth closing over mine before sitting back. Then she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Her skin was pale in the moonlight but marked with bruises. They scored her skin, a map of where I’d explored her last night. It seemed fox’s healing had not reached them.

She stared down at me, hesitant. It was the first time since starting this that she didn’t seem too confident.

“What is it, beloved?” I asked.

“I…how do you want me?”

“What a wild question,” I said. “Any way I can have you, beloved, but I think that tonight, you should stay just where you are.”

She looked down, as if she were trying to figure out how we were going to make this work.

“Lean forward a little,” I said. “And guide me inside like last night.”

She did as I instructed, obedient as ever and eager to please. A wave of heat rushed straight to my head as the crown of my cock sank into her wet heat.

“That’s it,” I whispered, wanting more of her. My hand smoothed over her ass, gripping her flesh.

She pushed against me, taking me little by little. When she finally sat back, I slid fully inside her, and perspiration had broken out all over my body. I wanted to take a deep breath, but I couldn’t until she stopped adjusting to me. Finally, with her hands planted on my stomach and her breasts crushed between her arms, she looked at me.

“Are you okay?”

My laugh was short and hoarse. “I am fine, beloved. Are you?”

She nodded, and I rested my hand and limb on her thighs. At first, she only rocked her hips back and forth, but as she became more comfortable, she started to move up and down my cock, and her breasts bounced. I reached for them, and she bent forward so I could take them into my mouth. I sucked her nipples hard, and she moaned, grinding against me.

I fell back into the flowers and brought her with me, tightening my arms around her and rolling, pinning her beneath me. She anchored her legs around my waist as Ithrust into her. I had no thoughts. My only guides were her body and breath as I chased the pressure building at the base of my cock, and when she tightened around me, I came.

I collapsed on top of her, my body shaking. She kept herself wrapped around me, her fingers threading through my now-damp hair as I listened to the beat of her heart. My eyes grew heavy, and as I drifted off to sleep, I thought I heard Samara singing.

Chapter Twelve

Apples Dipped in Gold

Samara

A terrible sound startled me awake. I lay there for a few seconds on my side, my back to Lore’s chest, listening as my heart raced in my chest. Then I heard it again. It was a cry, short and pained.

“Did you hear that?” I whispered.

“Ignore it,” Lore replied, his voice still groggy from sleep. His grip tightened around my waist. He didn’t even react when the scream sounded again.

“Lore!” I snapped, elbowing him in the stomach. “There is a woman in trouble!”

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