Chapter 202 The Meaning of Words
(Apollo & Adelaide)
Apollo did not loosen his hold. If anything, he held her tighter. One of his hands locked around her wrist, forcing it against his wing. The other clamped possessively on her hip, anchoring her in place as if the entire mountain were swaying beneath them.
“Both hands,” he ordered, voice ravaged, breath hot against her neck.
Adelaide froze. “Apollo—”
The sound he made wasn’t human. It was a low, vibrating growl, deeper than anything she’d heard from him before, more beast than Devil, a warning mixed with hunger. His wings flared outward, brushing the stone and rattling chains somewhere in the room.
“Both,” he growled again, “hands.”
Her heart hammered. Her body trembled. His thrusts made it nearly impossible to think, let alone obey. Every thrust was dizzying. Every hit of his cock to the deepest parts of her channel made white fire flash behind her eyes.
Apollo slammed into her without mercy, without restraint. He moved on pure fire-breathing, lust-filled adrenaline.
Her free hand shook. She lifted it anyway, breath trembling, reaching for the second wing. But right before she touched it, the rhythm of his hips broke her concentration, and her hand snapped outward too suddenly.
Her fingernails scratched across the membrane.
Apollo roared.
It wasn’t anger or pain. It was pure, violent pleasure, a sound torn from the deepest part of him.
His body convulsed against hers, wings spasming in shock. His grip on her hip tightened sharply, dragging her back into each thrust with a force that emptied her lungs.
“Apollo— I didn’t—”
“Again,” he barked.
She shuddered. “I—I can’t—”
He thrust harder, brutal and consuming. working to completely undo her.
“You can,” he snarled. “Do it.”
Between the shockwaves of movement, she reached again, this time deliberately, dragging her nails down the sensitive ridge where wing met bone.
Apollo snapped. His whole body seized, a tremor ripping from his shoulders down to his knees. His wings jerked wide, slamming the air with a crack. His breath shattered against her skin.
Then she felt it like a tidal wave. The power. The heat. The lust. It slammed into her body in an enveloping wave. His body rolled, completely uncontrolled, through the pleasure. His cock thickened and throbbed inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
The force of it raked through her, pulling her with him into the fire-kissed bliss.
Her climax slammed into her so hard her vision went white at the edges. She managed to hold onto small parcels of awareness. His cock pulsating endlessly inside her cunt. His claws were digging into the skin at her hip. The heat of his flesh at her back. The sound of his roar echoing through the mountain. It all compiled into one Earth-shattering, world-ending, heart-stopping orgasm.
The tremors didn’t stop. Both of their bodies roiled and quaked through the aftershocks.
Apollo didn’t just let go of her. He collapsed backward, stumbling, wings dragging behind him as if they were too heavy to hold. His breath came ragged. He didn’t sit down so much as fall hard against the stone floor, shoulders heaving, wings trembling uncontrollably.
Adelaide turned on weakened knees, terrified. “Apollo— did I hurt you—?”
He lunged. Not in anger. Not in dominance. In desperation. Catching her before her legs gave out.
His hands caught her waist and pulled her down with him, rolling her onto the floor so their limbs tangled and his wings spread around them like a dark, quivering canopy. He braced himself above her, panting, sweat dripping from his temple onto her chest, muscles shaking violently.
His pupils were blown wide. His voice broke in half.
“No one,” he rasped, “has touched my wings in a thousand years.”
Adelaide swallowed, stunned. “I… I didn’t know.”
His wings trembled again, a visible shudder. He lowered his forehead to hers, breath hot and unsteady.
“No one,” he repeated, “because I would have killed them.”
She froze.
His hands framed her face, trembling with aftershock, not from weakness, but from something terrifyingly close to vulnerability.
“But you…” His voice cracked, raw and reverent.
“You touched them. And it—” He inhaled sharply, chest stuttering against hers. “Adelaide, it was—”
He shuddered, unable to articulate the words. "The most intense pleasure I have felt in my entire existence." The words left him like thick blood, and he looked furious with himself for bleeding.
Her breath hitched.
Apollo’s wings curved inward, enclosing them fully, heat radiating from every inch of him. His thumb brushed her cheek, soft and trembling.
“You could have undone me,” he whispered. “You still could.”
His voice was reverent. Frightened. Awestruck.
She had never heard the Devil sound like this. Never imagined he could.
“Apollo…” she breathed, heart twisting.
He lowered himself until their foreheads nearly touched, eyes burning like molten gold.
“You have no idea,” he whispered, “what you are to me now.”