them back except their wills. Instead of making her want to stop, it only made her bolder.
Trinity tugged at Apolo's shirt, looking down at him imperiously.
“Take this off,” she whispered. “I need your skin. I need it against mine.”
With a single fluid motion, he shucked his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside.
“Fair's fair,” he retorted.
Instead of waiting for her to peel off her dress, however, he simply took two great fistfuls of the fabric and tore it apart. She gasped as the thin fabric gave way, leaving her sitting in nothing but a bra and panties on top of him. She felt stripped bare and vulnerable in a way that she hadn't been before. Without thinking of what she was doing, she covered her breasts with her hands, only to have him grab her wrists and pull them away.
“No,” he said hoarsely. “Don't be ashamed. You…you're beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…”
She laughed at what must be an obvious lie, but then his strong hands came up to unhook her bra. It was a contrast from his earlier savagery, how delicately he could work when he wanted to. When he pulled her bra away, he paused to gaze at her now-free breasts. They were small but round, with coral pink nipples that hardened in the cool air.
Trinity watched, fascinated, as his dark hands moved over her pale skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It seemed to take him an age to get to her aching nipples, but then he was squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers, arousing her with a gentleness that she wouldn't have expected.
“So beautiful,” he crooned, as she gasped with pleasure. “So sweet, and so beautiful…”
He moved to kiss her again, this time trailing kisses over her sensitive shoulders and down the slope of her breasts. When his tongue curled around first one coral peak and then another, she whimpered frantically.
She could feel the heat building inside her own body, rising higher and hotter with every passing moment. Without knowing quite what she was doing, she rocked herself on his hips, seeking any kind of contact that might cool the passion inside her. When she felt his hard cock beneath her, she moaned out loud. She knew that she was growing wetter and more desperate with every passing moment, but Apolo seemed content to simply tease her, his mouth on her tender breasts and his warm hands trailing fire up and down her back.
Trinity pressed as close to Apolo as she could, arching her body towards him. It felt good, better than anything she could remember, but it wasn't enough.
“I need you, please,” she whispered. If she had had a little more presence of mind, she might have been shocked at how needy she sounded, at how much she craved his touch. As it was, she was willing to say nearly anything to make him give her what she wanted.
“Soon,” he murmured. “Soon, little gata…”
She moaned as his touch grew firmer. Instead of light, nearly tickling motions, Apolo ran the sharp edges of his nails down her back before reaching down to squeeze her rear. She rocked back against him, but he shook his head.
“Soon, soon, I promise…”
He must have seen the impatience in her eyes, because he chuckled.
“Perhaps you need some help staying still…”
She was about to tell him exactly how he could help her, but then she yelped as he lifted her up, carrying her away from the couch.
“All right, let's see if you'll hold still here.”
To her shock, he carried her to the marble kitchen island. With a careless strength, he bent her over it so that her breasts were pressed flat against the frigid marble. The cold was shocking at first, making her yelp, and then all she could think about was how good it felt. She was tall, but so was the island. Her weight was mostly on the marble, and her toes just barely brushed the ground.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice light and breathless.
“Nothing you don't want,” he promised. “Beyond that,
Trinity tugged at Apolo's shirt, looking down at him imperiously.
“Take this off,” she whispered. “I need your skin. I need it against mine.”
With a single fluid motion, he shucked his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside.
“Fair's fair,” he retorted.
Instead of waiting for her to peel off her dress, however, he simply took two great fistfuls of the fabric and tore it apart. She gasped as the thin fabric gave way, leaving her sitting in nothing but a bra and panties on top of him. She felt stripped bare and vulnerable in a way that she hadn't been before. Without thinking of what she was doing, she covered her breasts with her hands, only to have him grab her wrists and pull them away.
“No,” he said hoarsely. “Don't be ashamed. You…you're beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…”
She laughed at what must be an obvious lie, but then his strong hands came up to unhook her bra. It was a contrast from his earlier savagery, how delicately he could work when he wanted to. When he pulled her bra away, he paused to gaze at her now-free breasts. They were small but round, with coral pink nipples that hardened in the cool air.
Trinity watched, fascinated, as his dark hands moved over her pale skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It seemed to take him an age to get to her aching nipples, but then he was squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers, arousing her with a gentleness that she wouldn't have expected.
“So beautiful,” he crooned, as she gasped with pleasure. “So sweet, and so beautiful…”
He moved to kiss her again, this time trailing kisses over her sensitive shoulders and down the slope of her breasts. When his tongue curled around first one coral peak and then another, she whimpered frantically.
She could feel the heat building inside her own body, rising higher and hotter with every passing moment. Without knowing quite what she was doing, she rocked herself on his hips, seeking any kind of contact that might cool the passion inside her. When she felt his hard cock beneath her, she moaned out loud. She knew that she was growing wetter and more desperate with every passing moment, but Apolo seemed content to simply tease her, his mouth on her tender breasts and his warm hands trailing fire up and down her back.
Trinity pressed as close to Apolo as she could, arching her body towards him. It felt good, better than anything she could remember, but it wasn't enough.
“I need you, please,” she whispered. If she had had a little more presence of mind, she might have been shocked at how needy she sounded, at how much she craved his touch. As it was, she was willing to say nearly anything to make him give her what she wanted.
“Soon,” he murmured. “Soon, little gata…”
She moaned as his touch grew firmer. Instead of light, nearly tickling motions, Apolo ran the sharp edges of his nails down her back before reaching down to squeeze her rear. She rocked back against him, but he shook his head.
“Soon, soon, I promise…”
He must have seen the impatience in her eyes, because he chuckled.
“Perhaps you need some help staying still…”
She was about to tell him exactly how he could help her, but then she yelped as he lifted her up, carrying her away from the couch.
“All right, let's see if you'll hold still here.”
To her shock, he carried her to the marble kitchen island. With a careless strength, he bent her over it so that her breasts were pressed flat against the frigid marble. The cold was shocking at first, making her yelp, and then all she could think about was how good it felt. She was tall, but so was the island. Her weight was mostly on the marble, and her toes just barely brushed the ground.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice light and breathless.
“Nothing you don't want,” he promised. “Beyond that,
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