She was everything Victoria wasn’t–bold, unyielding, a challenge I needed to conquer.
She slays!
My fingers slipped under her jacket, grazing the soft skin of her lower back. She gasped into my mouth, a sound that sent a jolt through me.
Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling me closer, her kisses growing hungrier.
I pressed her down onto the soft grass, the cool blades yielding beneath our weight, a faint scent of earth rising around us. My hands moved. with intent, slipping beneath her shirt, tracing the warmth of her skin, the full curves of her breasts that had haunted my thoughts.
Her nipples, already hard, pressed against the thin fabric, and I grazed them with my thumb, eliciting a sharp gasp.
She arched into me, her breath jagged and desperate, and in that moment, I knew she was mine.
Apollo, she murmured, her voice a tangled mix of need and uncertainty, but her hands didn’t push me away.
I tugged her jacket off, letting it crumple onto the grass, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the pulse thrumming beneath.
The riverbank was deserted, the night cloaking us in shadow, and I didn’t give a damn about anything else–not Victoria, not the pack, not the
consequences.
Her fingers fumbled with my shirt, yanking it free, her nails scraping lightly across my chest as she bared my skin to the cool air.
I let her, my own hands working her jeans open, sliding them down her hips to reveal the soft heat of her pussy, already slick with want.
The sight of her, exposed and trembling beneath me, sent a jolt through my dick, hard and straining against my jeans. I freed myself quickly, the cool night air a stark contrast to the fire building between us.
She pulled me closer, her legs parting as I settled between them, my cock brushing against her inner thigh, teasing the edge of her wetness.
Her breath hitched, eyes locked on mine, a storm of desire and doubt swirling in their depths. I didn’t wait for permission–her body was already speaking, hips lifting to meet me.
I entered her slowly at first, savoring the tight, warm grip of her pussy, each inch drawing a soft moan from her lips. Her nails dug into my back, sharp and urgent, as I thrust deeper, the rhythm building, raw and relentless.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples taut and begging for attention. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak, her gasps mingling with the soft rush of the river nearby.
She clung to me, her body arching, her pussy clenching around my dick as I drove into her, the collision of need and defiance consuming us both.
It was quick, intense, everything I’d imagined and more–her curves, her heat, the way she fit against me, making Victoria’s delicate frame feel like a fading shadow.
When we came, it was a shared unraveling, her cries sharp and breathless, my own release a low growl against her skin.
We collapsed together, her body trembling beneath mine, the grass cool against our fevered skin.
When it was over, we sat there, breathing hard, her head resting against my chest. The moonlight painted her in silvers and shadows, her expression unreadable.
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Chapter 368
I waited for her to speak, to say something that would give me a read on her, but she was silent, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm.
Finally, she pulled away, adjusting her clothes with shaking hands. “This… this doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice low, almost hollow. “You’re engaged to Victoria, right?”
The words stung more than I expected, a sharp reminder of the line I’d crossed. I reached for her, but she stood, stepping out of my reach.
“Thalia,” I started, but she cut me off.
“Don’t, she said, her eyes hard now, the vulnerability gone. I let this happen because 1 wanted it, too. But I’m not your toy, Apollo. I’m not her replacement. She gestured vaguely toward the compound, where Victoria was likely waiting, oblivious.
I stood, my jaw tight, the rush of victory souring. “I really like you.”
She laughed, a bitter sound that cut through the night. “I don’t know you. But I know enough to walk away.” She turned, her boots crunching on the gravel path as her silhouette faded into the shadows.
I got dressed alone and slowly walked back. I thought to myself, there’s still no woman I can’t win over.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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