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With him? Staying?

It’d be for longer than just now. So much longer than she was used to. Not all the way down to her soul or anything, and not anything as idiotic as forever, but what was the happy medium between let’s-get-off-now-then-forget-about it and put-a-ring-on-my-finger-and-fuck-me-forever-baby? How did she gauge that? Even after they wrapped up this crazy adventure, how long would Apollo Kyrios of Olympus stick to the rooms of her memories and walls of her psyche? Could she dive into the nebula of that risk? Would it be worth it?

Once more, the barriers between her thoughts and her face had to be deteriorated to an all-time low. In the dragons that still invaded Apollo’s eyes, she watched that exact truth take over—

Before they became the serpents that took over his body, as well.

In the arms he slipped around the confines of her waist.

In the hitch of his hips, introducing the rod at their juncture to the shivering center of her belly.

In the way he tucked his head and captured the erupting moan from her lips with the feral growl from his.

He no longer hesitated about his invasion.

Without another pause, he pushed into her mouth. Slithered his tongue along hers. Devoured and deepened, not stopping until he got down to her damn tonsils.

Even then, raking everything inside her with a kiss that left no corners unexplored, no intentions misinterpreted. Still, as if just to make sure, he pulled back from her by a few inches, despite the tormented groan that escaped his lips.

The sound that spoke all the way to the clenching layers at her core. Then, within seconds, turned into a high whine in her throat.

“Stay, Apollo. Please.”

And then the words she somehow summoned after the most incredible kiss of her existence. But she went just as numb again as Apollo nodded, a movement etching itself across the air like a glitching video feed. She had no idea how to react, since she’d never seen a male look like a frisky frat boy and commanding dungeon master at once, so she gasped in gratitude when he took back over, again channeling his inner dragon.

“Yeah.” His purr was potent as smoke and devious as lava, spreading sensual fire from where he pressed it into her neck. “Yeah, my little lizard. Okay. I’m right here.”

Well, that did it. No way could she contain her confused laugh this time. “Little lizard?”

“What? And why not?” His chuckle remained low and sexy. “Lizards are the most perfect of the monsters, right?”

“They are?”

And what was up with her tone now? This couldn’t be legit. She was usually the wham-bam-thank-you-dude of let’s-get-horny time, so who was the breathy young woman flirting with the Greek god in her arms?

And then between her legs . . .

Yes, please. More of that part. Right the hell now.

So much for that lusty edict.

“Oh!” she managed to cry as Master Sun God himself introduced her to his master action plan instead. With another practiced sweep of his mouth, he sucked every speck of air out of both her lungs. In the same motion, he captured both sides of her ass with masterful grips of all ten fingers. With that same strength, he readjusted her whole body at the same time.

Shifting her straight up . . .

Until the apex of her body notched perfectly along the center of his.

Onto the crest there, so long and hard. Commanding and compelling.

And worth holding her breath for . . .

Just a little while longer . . .

“Oh, dear God.”

Until he forced her to summon air for that sharp yelp.

“You rang, little lizard?”