Chapter 16 🔞🔞Chapter 16🔞🔞
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, that unspoken ask teasing the edge of my restraint. I surged up, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling with the taste of her arousal still on my lips. Our bodies pressed tight, her slick pussy sliding along my ridged cock, coating it in her heat without mercy. Emotions flooded our bond—her fierce independence yielding just enough to let me in, my possessive love a demon's vow etched in every thrust of my hips against hers. But the club's clock ticked; Paul's warning echoed.
“Home,” she gasped against my mouth, fingers digging into my shoulders. “Take me home, Apollo.”
We barely made it out unseen, my form flickering invisible to shield us through the back exit, her hand in mine a lifeline through the night. That night blurred into fevered touches in her bed, my tongue mapping every curve, worshipping her full breasts with sucks and bites until she came shuddering on my face. But full claiming? Still denied, her teasing fire demanding I earn it. Days passed in that delicious torment—stolen moments of grinding, her hand stroking my throbbing cock to the brink before pulling away, our supernatural bond humming with unfulfilled promise.
Now, three days later, the scent of sizzling garlic and herbs filled the small apartment kitchen, my crimson hands deftly stirring a pot of pasta sauce. I'd insisted on this—cooking for her, a simple act to show my devotion, even as my body ached from the nights of half-measures. Adrianna sat at the scarred wooden table, her curvy frame relaxed in a tank top that hugged her full breasts, nipples faintly outlined, legs crossed under shorts riding up her thighs. Her wild brunette hair cascaded loose, eyes soft as she watched me, that deep desire simmering beneath her independent gaze. Our connection pulsed gently, a constant thread of lust and love weaving through the domestic normalcy.
The front door clicked open, and Elena stepped in, kicking off her shoes with a tired sigh. Her eyes widened, a stunned frosted look etching her face as she took in the scene—me at the stove, horns catching the light, broad shoulders flexing under a simple shirt I'd manifested to blend in, the elegant curve of my demonic form impossible to ignore. Adrianna’s roommate, with her caring protectiveness, had glimpsed me once before on the night I left the hand as a present, but never like this: corporeal, domestic with a bit of my demonic side showing, the embodiment of lust turned servant.
“Apollo?” Elena’s voice trembled, awe cracking through her caution as she dropped her bag by the door. She stared, cheeks flushing, her gaze tracing my crimson skin, the possessive intensity in my eyes. “God, you're... you're the most beautiful demon I've ever seen. Not that I have seen any other demons, but you get my meaning. You are even more beautiful than you were the last time we met.” The words tumbled out, raw and honest, her breath hitching as if the supernatural allure hit her like a wave. I felt it— the pull of my demonic essence, stirring even in her, but my focus stayed locked on Adrianna, jealousy a faint flicker I quashed.
Adrianna smirked from the table, a teasing glint in her eyes, but Elena’s expression shifted, protective worry creasing her brow. She crossed her arms, stepping closer, voice steadying with that supportive honesty.
“Look, I get it. You're back, and Adrianna’s glowing or whatever. But I'm worried. Last time you vanished, it broke her. What if you leave again? Or hurt her? Demons aren't exactly known for sticking around.” Her words cut, echoing the fears I'd buried since materializing, the agony of months apart flashing through our bond to Adrianna.
I turned off the stove, wiping my hands on a towel, meeting Elena’s gaze with the full weight of my eternal vow. Emotions surged—possessive love for Adrianna, a demon's unyielding loyalty that no force could break.
“I won't leave her, Elena. Not again. Even if Adrianna orders me away, I won't go. I've waited lifetimes for this—for her. I'm hers, eternally. Her servant, her protector, her lover, her soulmate, no matter what.” My voice rumbled low, telepathic thread carrying the depth to Adrianna, her breath catching as she felt the truth of it, her thighs pressing together under the table, arousal stirring anew.
Elena’s eyes softened, but caution lingered, her intuition picking at the edges.
“That's a big promise. But how? You're... you. What if things get complicated?”
I stepped closer, keeping distance to respect the space, my broad frame casting a warm shadow.
“As a demon, I don't need sleep or work. I'll be at her side 24/7, invisible if needed. If she goes somewhere I can't follow openly—like a church, or the women's bathroom—I'll turn ethereal, unseen and untouched. No one will know. It ensures her safety, her freedom. She keeps her life; I just... enhance it.” The words carried the fantasy of our bond, the supernatural seduction that let me worship her in shadows, body aching to claim every inch without chains.
“Good, because if you do hurt her again, I will find a way to destroy you.”
“I won’t hurt her again, but if I do, I will let you destroy me.”
Adrianna rose then, her curvy body brushing mine as she leaned into my side, full breasts pressing soft against my arm, sending heat straight to my cock.
“He's telling the truth, E. I can feel it in my bones.” Her hand trailed down my chest, fingers teasing the waistband of my pants, a private promise in her touch. Elena nodded slowly, admiration flickering back as she glanced between us, the air thickening with unspoken possibilities.
I pulled Adrianna closer, inhaling her scent—musk and desire—my ridges twitching under fabric, yearning to drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy right there. But restraint held, the mix of emotional depth and raw need building like a storm. Elena excused herself to the bathroom, leaving us alone. Hearing the door clicking shut, Adrianna’s eyes met mine, wild fire promising more, the dream play of our connection edging toward that final step, bodies humming with the worship yet to come.
“Will you really let her destroy you?”
“If I end up hurting you again, then I will deserve it.”
“I won’t let it happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you hurt me again, I will make you watch me from the shadows as I move on with my life with another lover.”