Chapter 18 Chapter 18
The next morning dawned with sunlight filtering through my bedroom curtains, my body still humming from the night's fierce passion. Apollo lay beside me, his crimson arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. Our blood bond pulsed softly, a constant reminder of his eternal vow, stirring a mix of tenderness and that wild fire in my chest. I slipped from his grasp, feeling the ache between my thighs—a sweet soreness from his thick cock stretching me, ridges dragging ecstasy from my core. But I wasn't ready to lose myself completely; the tease was too delicious, our supernatural romance a dance of push and pull.
In the kitchen, Elena was already sipping coffee, her eyes lighting up when I suggested a full day of shopping.
“Hell yes, Adrianna. We've both got the day off—finally time to splurge on some outfits that make us feel like queens, and I can finally get some outfits for the club.”
Her enthusiasm washed away any lingering tension from last night, and I grinned, already plotting how to torment Apollo with my choices. He stirred in my mind, invisible but ever-present, his telepathic voice a low rumble, “Adrianna, stay, I need to feel you around me some more.” I ignored him, the supernatural seduction of his longing making my nipples tighten under my shirt.
The mall buzzed with weekend energy as Elena and I dove into store after store. Hours blurred in a haze of fabrics and mirrors, my curvy frame trying on pieces that hugged my full breasts and flared over my hips. I picked a sheer black lace bodysuit first, the kind that left little to the imagination—crotchless, with straps that framed my ass like an invitation. Slipping it on, I twisted in the dressing room mirror, imagining Apollo’s reaction, his possessive love twisting into agony.
“Don't, Adrianna. Please. Seeing you in that... it'll drive me mad. I ache to worship you, not watch you parade for others.” His plea echoed in my head, desperate and laced with lust, but it only fueled my fire.
Elena peeked in, whistling low. “Damn, girl, that's fire. Buy it—torment that demon of yours.” She laughed, her protective edge softened by the fun, and grabbed a red mini-dress that plunged low, daring slits up the thighs. I added a leather corset next, boning, cinching my waist, pushing my breasts up like offerings, nipples peeking through the mesh top.
Apollo’s voice cracked through our bond: “No, my love. I beg you—those clothes are for my eyes only. I'll drop to my knees and lick your pussy clean if you leave them.” The raw emotion hit me, a wave of his yearning making my clit throb, but I smirked, tossing more into the pile—a tiny skirt that barely covered my ass, paired with thigh-high stockings.
Elena egged me on, snagging her own provocative finds: a sheer blouse that showed her bra, fishnet stockings to match.
“If you're teasing Apollo, I might as well join the fun. Let's make heads turn.” Her laughter bubbled as we checked out, bags heavy with temptation. The emotional intimacy of our friendship grounded me, a counterpoint to the supernatural pull Apollo exerted, his silent torment weaving through my thoughts like a fantasy dream I couldn't shake.
By afternoon, hunger hit, and we headed to the food court. Elena dashed to the line for tacos, waving me off to grab a table. I sank into a plastic chair, the mall's chatter a distant hum, my body still tingling from the shopping high—and Apollo’s incessant begging.
“Adrianna, those outfits... I'll stroke my cock raw imagining you in them, but I need your skin under my tongue, your moans in my ears.”
His words dripped with body-worshipping hunger, making my pussy clench, slickness dampening my panties.
A shadow fell over the table, and I looked up to see Paul, my boss, his stern face cracking into a rare smile. He slid into the seat across from me without asking, his authoritative vibe clashing with the casual setting.
“Adrianna, fancy running into you here. Been thinking about you since the other night in the VIP room.” His eyes raked over me, lingering on my cleavage, voice dropping low. “I've always been attracted to you—your curves, that fire. After you teased me like that, grinding so close, I know you feel it too. We could make something real outside the club.”
Heat flushed my cheeks, not from desire but annoyance mixed with the memory of that charged room. I leaned back, crossing my arms to shield my hardening nipples—traitorous response to the tension.
“Paul, I'm flattered, but I'm in a relationship now. It's serious. That night was just the job—teasing's part of it, but nothing more.”
Our bond flared; Apollo’s jealousy surged through me like lightning, hot and possessive, his love a fierce undercurrent making my heart race.
He persisted, leaning in, his hand brushing the table near mine. “Come on, Adrianna. I saw the way you looked at me, the heat in your eyes. Whoever he is, he can't handle you like I could—nights at the club prove that. Give me a chance; one date, and I'll show you.” His words pressed, business-minded control slipping into something personal, insistent. I opened my mouth to shut him down harder when a ripple shivered through our connection—Apollo’s frustration boiling over.
In the bathroom nearby, he materialized, the air shimmering with demonic energy. I felt it, a pulse of his presence, elegant horns hidden under a glamour of normalcy, crimson skin toned down to human hues. He emerged moments later, striding toward us with purposeful steps, his broad shoulders tense. The supernatural seduction rolled off him in waves, even veiled, drawing eyes as he stopped at our table.
“Sorry for taking such a long time baby, you would not believe how many people were in the bathroom. I am never gonna buy sushi from a gas station again. I do not know why I thought that was a good idea.” His gaze locked on Paul, voice a controlled rumble that vibrated straight to my core. “Adrianna, baby, who's this?”
Paul straightened, surprise flickering, but I just met Apollo’s eyes, the mix of our eternal bond and this unexpected confrontation sparking fresh desire—and a hint of chaos—in the air.