Just a taste of my WIP…

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Blythe leaned back into his arms, her center throbbing at the crudity of his wording.   It made her feel dirty-sexy, almost
whorish.  And she would never have expected to like that feeling, but for some reason it was a powerful aphrodisiac.  Apollo reached around, cupping her breast roughly in his palm, offering it up to the other man like a delectable treat.  The Raven fell to one knee before her, kissing the bit of her areola that peeked out from behind the drape of silk.  One hand went to the other breast, kneading it roughly as he lapped at her warm flesh, drawing soft sighs from her lips.

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