Chapter 72 🔞🔞Chapter 72🔞🔞
Apollo's chest heaved like a bellows stoking hell's forge, his eyes locked on mine with his ancient temper boiling over, the kind that has simmered for over 15,000 years and now threatened to erupt. The silence shattered as he lunged at me, not with words but with raw fury, his massive frame slamming into mine like a divine battering ram. I met him head-on, my heaven-born strength coiling and exploding, our bodies crashing together in a tangle of muscle and rage. Fists flew first—his knuckles cracking against my jaw, splitting my lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth as I tasted his anger, hot and coppery.
“Fuck you, demon!” Apollo roared, his breath scorching my face, divine fire in his veins matching my infernal heat. He grabbed my shirt, ripping it open with a savage yank, exposing my chest scarred from eons of battles. I countered with a brutal uppercut to his gut, feeling his abs clench under the impact, but he did not buckle—instead, he headbutted me, stars bursting in my vision as our foreheads collided, blood trickling from a gash above his eye.
Elena gasped from the side, her voice sharp and desperate.
“Stop it, both of you! This is not helping us find Adrianna!”
But her words barely registered, drowned out by the pounding of our hearts, the crunch of glass under our boots as we grappled across the room. My cock hardened against my will, the primal clash igniting that dark lust buried deep, the soul bonds twisting our rage into something feral and urgent. Apollo's body pressed against mine, his thick thigh shoving between my legs, grinding up against my throbbing dick through our pants, and fuck, it was like lightning striking brimstone—pure, explosive need fueling the fight.
I shoved him back against the wall, the stone cracking under the force, my hand fisting in his hair to yank his head back, exposing his throat.
“You think your demonic tantrum changes shit?”
I snarled, my teeth sinking into his neck, biting hard enough to draw blood, the salty warmth spilling over my tongue as he growled low, a sound that vibrated straight to my balls. He bucked against me, his hips thrusting forward, his own erection straining against my thigh, hard and insistent, like his vengeance needed an outlet in flesh before it tore him apart.
Our fists pounded relentlessly—me slamming into his ribs, feeling the give of muscle over bone, him retaliating with a hook to my side that made me grunt, pain blooming hot and sharp. But it only stoked the fire; I pinned his arms, my body weight crushing him, grinding my cock against his in a brutal rhythm that mimicked the blood-bath we both craved.
“Feel that?” I hissed against his ear, my voice rough with lust and anger, tasting the sweat beading on his skin. “This rage—it is gonna fuel us when we rip that arch-angel bastard apart. But first, you need to get this out, lover, before you explode.”
Apollo's eyes blazed, that impulsive fury matching my ruthless calculation, his free hand clawing down my back, nails raking bloody trails that burned like hellfire kisses. He twisted, flipping us so my back hit the wall, his mouth crashing onto mine in a bite more than a kiss—teeth clashing, tongues battling as blood mixed with saliva, the flavor of our shared wrath intoxicating.
“I will fuck you raw before I let you drag me back to hell,” he spat between thrusts of his hips, his cock rubbing mine through fabric, the friction building pressure that made my vision blur with need.
He ripped at my belt, yanking my pants down, freeing my dick to slap against his abdomen, pre-cum smearing hot across his skin.
I laughed dark and low, the sound rumbling from my chest as I kicked his legs apart, my hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his pulse thunder under my fingers.
“Try it, Apollo. But we both know this ends with us drenched in their blood—and ours.”
My other hand shoved into his pants, gripping his thick cock, stroking hard and fast, thumb digging into the slit to coax out more slickness. He bucked into my fist, a guttural moan escaping as his teeth found my shoulder, biting down until I felt the pop of skin breaking, blood welling up to trickle down my chest.
We tore at each other like demons rutting in the pits, bodies slamming in a frenzy—fists giving way to groping hands, bites trailing fire along necks and chests. I spun him around, pressing him face-first into the wall, my cock sliding between his ass cheeks, teasing the tight ring without mercy, the heat of him making me throb with unholy hunger.
“This is war, Apollo,” I growled, thrusting forward, the head of my dick breaching him dry and rough, his body clenching around me in protest and invitation.
He pushed back, taking me deeper, his hand reaching back to claw at my hip, drawing more blood that mixed with the sweat slicking our skin.
Each brutal thrust declared our pact—vengeance etched in the slap of flesh, the wet sounds of my cock pounding into his ass, stretching him wide. He grunted with every drive, his own dick leaking onto the floor, and I reached around to jerk him off, matching my rhythm to the rage pulsing between us.
“For Adrianna,” he rasped, his voice breaking on a moan as I bit his earlobe, tasting the divine essence in his blood, fueling my hellish lust.
Cum built in my balls, heavy and insistent, as his ass milked me, our bodies a battlefield of sin and fury.
Elena's breaths came fast from the corner, her eyes wide with shock and something darker—arousal flickering in her gaze as she watched our violent union.
“Levi... Apollo…” she whispered, but we ignored her, lost in the primal clash, blood and pre-cum smearing between us like war paint.
I slammed deeper, feeling him tighten, his release spilling hot over my hand as he roared, the sound echoing like thunder in heaven's ruins. Mine followed, flooding his ass with thick spurts, marking him inside as our revenge promise sealed in sin.
But as we panted, bodies still locked, our soul bonds echo tugged at me—Adrianna's faint call a reminder that this was just the spark. Hell waited, Lucifer's grin looming, and with Apollo's fury now tangled in mine, I would descend drenched in this hellish lust, ready to unleash it on the arch-angels who dared take her.