Chapter 27 Chapter 27
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Adrianna ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, pulling me from a deep, sated sleep tangled in sheets that still smelled of Apollo’s musk and our shared sweat. My body ached in the best way—thighs sore from the night's teasing under the table, pussy tender from the memory of his invisible tongue lapping at my folds like I was his sacred feast. I stretched, full breasts heaving as a shiver ran through me, the bond humming with his distant contentment. But then the scents hit me: sizzling bacon, fluffy eggs, rich coffee brewing. My stomach growled, and I grinned, knowing exactly who was behind it.
I slipped out of bed, naked curves on full display in the mirror—bruises from his possessive grips blooming like badges on my hips, nipples still pebbled from dreams of more. I tugged on a loose tank top that barely contained my tits and a pair of boy shorts that hugged my ass, the fabric rubbing against my sensitive skin. Padding barefoot down the hall, laughter echoed from the kitchen, Elena’s high-pitched giggles mixing with Apollo’s deep rumble. My heart swelled at the sound, that mix of fierce love and supernatural thrill making my core clench.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching them. Apollo stood at the stove, crimson skin gleaming under the light, his elegant horns catching the sun as he flipped bacon with demonic precision. Broad shoulders flexed under a simple black shirt, and those red eyes flicked to me instantly, bond flooding with hunger and devotion. Elena sat at the island, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her coffee mug, doubled over in hysterics.
“Oh my God, Apollo, stop! You're killing me!” Elena gasped between laughs, wiping her eyes. “A colonoscopy? And she just... owns it by saying she's a stripper? No way that happened. You're just messing with me to make me laugh.” Her voice trembled with amusement, but there was that protective edge, her intuition picking up on the real bond between us.
Apollo turned, plating eggs with a wicked grin splitting his face, fangs glinting.
“Swear on my horns, Elena. The waitress looked like she'd seen a ghost—pale as one, too.” He set the plates down, his gaze locking on me, telepathic whisper brushing my mind: “Morning, my goddess. Are you hungry for more than food?”
I sauntered in, hips swaying, feeling his eyes devour every curve. Sliding onto a stool next to Elena, I snatched a strip of bacon, the salty crispness exploding on my tongue.
“It's true, E. Every crude word. The poor girl refilled my water like her hands were shaking—splashed half of it on the table.” I smirked, popping another bite, the bond pulsing with Apollo’s pride in our chaos.
Elena’s laughter died to wide-eyed shock, her mug pausing mid-air. “Wait, seriously? You two are insane. But... hot, in a messed-up way.” She glanced between us, admiration flickering for his supernatural allure, though worry lingered in her eyes— that fear I'd get hurt again.
Mischief sparked in me, the same fire that had me grinding on his face last night. I leaned in, voice dropping to a husky tease. “Oh, that's not even the best part. While she was taking our order, Apollo went invisible under the table and ate me out like a starving man. Tongue deep in my pussy, sucking my clit until I was biting my lip to keep from moaning. Had to pretend to read the menu while he ate me out me right there in public.” Heat flooded my cheeks, but the explicit memory made my nipples harden against the tank, arousal stirring fresh between my thighs.
Elena choked on her coffee, coughing through fresh tears of laughter, her face flushing red. “What? In the restaurant? Adrianna, you slut— I mean, that's... wow.” She fanned herself, eyes darting to Apollo with a mix of awe and caution, like she could see the demon lust etched into his every move.
Apollo’s grin widened, red eyes burning into mine as he poured my coffee, his free hand brushing my thigh under the counter— a promise of later. The touch sent sparks up my spine, my body remembering how he'd pinned me after, cock slamming home in raw claim.
I smirked at him, reaching over to squeeze his arm, feeling the corded muscle tense.
“Thanks to you, love, it made the steak taste even better.”
“Happy to help.”
I then turned to Elena who let out a dramatic sigh. I could feel a little bit of envy color her voice, emotions raw in the morning light. “Why can't I find a boyfriend who'd do shit like that for me? I always thought demons were evil— you know, fire and brimstone, soul-stealing assholes. But then I met you, Apollo, and now? I'd take a demon over some boring human man any day. At least they know how to worship a woman's body right.”
Apollo set the coffee down, leaning close, his breath hot on my neck, crimson skin brushing mine. Emotions crashed through the link: devotion so intense it made my heart ache, mixed with the urge to drag me back to bed and prove it again. He grinned, fangs flashing and looked at her. “Hey, if you're serious about preferring demons... I'm more than happy to set you up. Got a best friend— another demon, loyal as hell, body built for sin. I'll bring him to the club tonight. You and Adrianna are both working, right? He could show you what real supernatural seduction feels like.”
Elena’s eyes widened, a laugh bubbling up again, but she shot me a look— supportive yet warning, her protectiveness flaring. I felt the weight of it all: the laughter, the lust, the unbreakable tie to this crimson-skinned beast who'd sworn his soul to me. My pussy throbbed at the thought of tonight, teasing him with another while he watched, but deeper, the romance pulled— wanting his worship, his claim, no matter the chaos.
“That sounds like a good idea, " I murmured, sipping coffee, green eyes locking on his red ones, the air thick with promise. The day stretched ahead, full of shifts and secrets, but the bond whispered more: bodies entwining, fantasies blurring into reality, our passion far from done.