Chapter 17 🔞🔞Chapter 17🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Adrianna ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
Elena’s eyes narrowed, that protective fire I'd always admired in her flaring up as she planted herself between Apollo and the door.
“Apollo, you're gorgeous, no denying it. But if you ever hurt Adrianna again—like you did when you vanished all those months ago—I'll find a way to destroy you. Demon or not, I swear it.” Her voice shook with raw honesty, her hands clenched at her sides, the weight of her threat hanging heavy in the kitchen air. I felt a chill ripple through our bond, Apollo’s crimson skin paling just a fraction under the intensity of her gaze.
Apollo didn't flinch. He stepped forward, his broad shoulders squared, elegant horns catching the dim light as he met her eyes with that possessive depth that always made my core clench.
“I swear eternal loyalty, Elena. I will never leave Adrianna’s side—not for a moment, not for eternity. If I ever hurt her again, even once, I give you my word: I'll allow myself to be destroyed. No fight, no escape.” His voice rumbled like distant thunder, vibrating through our telepathic link, flooding me with the raw truth of his emotion—love so fierce it bordered on agony, devotion etched into his demonic soul.
The pulse of our connection throbbed in my chest, hot and insistent, mirroring the ache building between my thighs. I knew he meant every word; it wasn't just talk. It stirred something deep in me, that wild independent fire mixing with a craving so intense it made my full breasts heavy, nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my tank top. Elena nodded slowly, her caution easing into reluctant acceptance, before muttering something about needing a shower and heading to the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Apollo and me alone, the scent of forgotten pasta sauce lingering like a tease.
I turned to him, my curvy body humming with need, and locked eyes with his intense gaze.
“Destruction's too easy, Apollo. If you hurt me again, your punishment will be worse—you'll watch from the shadows while I find another lover. You'll see me fucked, touched, claimed by someone else, and you won't lift a finger. Invisible, aching, but never interfering.” The words spilled out, laced with my teasing edge, but underneath was the emotional pull of our bond, testing him, pushing for that unbreakable surrender.
His breath hitched, those elegant horns dipping as he dropped to his knees before me, right there on the kitchen tile. The sight of his crimson form submitting like that sent a rush of heat to my pussy, slickness gathering as he took my hand in his large, warm one. With a gentle prick of his sharp nail, he sliced a small cut across my palm—pain sharp but fleeting, blood welling warm and red. He did the same to his own hand, then pressed our palms together, blood mingling in a sticky, intimate seal.
“I swear it, Adrianna. I will never hurt you, never leave your side again. If I do, I swear to become your demonic slave for all eternity—watching, serving, worshipping from the shadows, but never touching your lovers, never claiming what's mine unless you allow it.” His voice was a husky vow, emotions crashing through our link like waves—possessive love, supernatural seduction wrapping around my heart and body, his lust a tangible force that made my clit throb.
Tears pricked my eyes, moved by the depth of his commitment, the fantasy of our supernatural romance solidifying into something real, eternal. The food sizzled forgotten on the stove as I yanked him up, dragging him toward my bedroom with desperate urgency. Our mouths crashed together in the hallway, tongues tangling in a messy, bruising kiss that tasted of garlic and raw hunger. I shoved him onto the bed, his broad frame bouncing once before I straddled him, peeling off my tank top to free my full breasts. They spilled out heavy and aching, nipples peaked and begging.
Apollo’s hands gripped my hips, ridges along his fingers digging in just enough to spark pleasure-pain, his cock straining hard against his pants, thick and ridged like the rest of him. “Adrianna,” he groaned, eyes devouring me, that body-worshipping gaze making me feel like a goddess. I ground down, feeling his length press against my soaked shorts, the friction pulling a moan from my throat. Our bond pulsed with dream-like intensity, every sensation amplified—the supernatural pull drawing out my deepest desires.
I ripped at his shirt, exposing his crimson chest, muscles flexing under my palms as I raked nails down to his waistband. His cock sprang free when I yanked his pants down, veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Fuck me, Apollo. Now.” I demanded, voice thick with emotion and lust, the mix of our shared history fueling the fire. He flipped us in a blur of demonic speed, pinning me beneath his weight, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand shoved my shorts aside.
His fingers plunged into my dripping pussy, two thick digits stretching me, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I arched, crying out,
“Yes, like that—worship me.” He growled against my skin, tongue swirling my nipple as his thumb circled my clit, building the pressure with unflinching precision. Emotions swirled—trust finally blooming after years of teasing denial, his possessive love making every thrust of his fingers feel like a claim on my soul.
I came hard on his hand, walls clenching, juices soaking his palm as waves of pleasure ripped through me. But he didn't stop, positioning his cock at my entrance, the ridged head nudging my folds.
“I want all of you, Adrianna. Let me in.” With a nod, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deep. He sank in inch by inch, filling me completely, the stretch burning sweet as his ridges dragged along my inner walls. We moved together, fierce and passionate, his hips snapping with raw power, my nails scoring his back.
“Harder,” I gasped, our bond flooding with shared ecstasy, the dream play of our connection turning real in every slap of skin, every grunt and moan. He fucked me relentlessly, one hand pinning my wrist above my head, the other kneading my breast, pinching the nipple until I keened. Sweat slicked our bodies, the room filling with the wet sounds of his cock pounding my pussy, building toward that edge again. But even as my climax loomed, teasing just out of reach, I held back a piece of myself, the wild fire ensuring this was only the beginning of our eternal dance.