Chapter 86 Chapter 86
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Adrianna ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The steam swirls around us like a lover's breath, thick and heavy, as Elena helps me peel off my shirt, her fingers lingering on the bruises blooming across my ribs. I step into the tub first, the hot water biting into my skin like a thousand tiny tongues, soothing the ache from those iron chains that held me captive. It seeps into my muscles, melting the tension knot by knot, but it is Elena's body sliding in behind me that really sets my blood on fire. Her sturdy frame presses against my back, thighs bracketing mine, her full tits squishing soft against my shoulders. Her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush, and I lean into her, my head lolling back onto her collarbone, the warmth of her pussy just inches from my ass underwater.
Fuck, this feels like salvation after the cold hell of that shrine. Her hands roam slow, one cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbles hard, the other dipping lower to trace the edge of my hip. I can feel her heartbeat thumping against my spine, fast and erratic, mirroring the storm in her chest. Our soul bond hums low, a quiet vibration that pulses between us, sharing flashes of her fear—the raw terror of me vanishing into some angelic void, gone forever like smoke. But threaded through it is this fierce, burning desire, hot as demon fire, making her want to devour every inch of me, to lick the salt from my skin and fuck away the shadows of Michael's touch.
I arch into her touch, my pussy clenching at the intimacy of it, the water sloshing gently as her fingers tease closer to my folds. Our bond is not as deep as the one I share with Apollo—that primal knot forged over twenty years of him living inside me, his essence tangled in my veins like cum flooding my core. But with Elena, it is different, mortal and raw, built on stolen moments and desperate touches. When we focus, like now, nothing else in the world, it sharpens—her worry floods me, sharp as a knife, but so does her love, thick and aching, making my clit throb. We have only tapped it a few times, each one easier, stronger, like training our bodies to take a bigger cock without breaking. Right now, in this heat, it is releasing all the pent-up shit from my kidnapping, her fear of losing me mixing with my need to reassure her, to grind back until she comes undone.
Her breath hitches against my ear, lips brushing the lobe as she murmurs, “You feel so good like this, Adrianna. Safe. Mine.”
Her voice is rough, laced with that protective edge that makes my insides twist. I reach back, tangling my fingers in her wet hair, pulling her closer, our bond flaring brighter, emotions spilling over—her doubt, my quiet strength rising from the ashes of captivity. But we need to talk, really talk, without the weight of revenge or angels crashing in. Levi and Apollo are out there plotting Michael's destruction, feathers ripped and ass fucked raw in some hellish shrine, but here, it is just us, and I want to ease her burdens, not pile on more.
I shift in the water, turning slightly so I can see her face, water droplets clinging to her lashes like tears she refuses to shed. Her eyes are dark pools of want, pupils blown wide, but that fear lingers, a shadow making her grip tighten on my thigh. The bond pulses again, her unspoken plea hitting me: do not leave, let me taste you, fuck you until we are both screaming. My nipples ache under her palm, and I grind my ass back against her mound, feeling the slick heat of her arousal mix with the bathwater.
“Elena,” I whisper, voice husky from the steam and the building lust, “ Did you know Levi and Apollo are technically married?”
The words burst out of me like a gasp during orgasm, blunt and unexpected, cutting through the tension like a knife through flesh. I had not planned it that way, but it feels right—light enough to shift the air without smothering her hopes, opening the door to spill everything: the soul bonds, the dark fantasies of revenge fucking, the way Apollo's cock claimed me while Levi watched, hellfire in his eyes.
Her eyes widened, shock rippling across her face, those full lips parting in a soft “What?” that sends a fresh wave of heat to my core.
The bond flares, her curiosity spiking, chasing away the fear like cum washing away blood, and I feel her desire sharpen, fingers digging into my skin as if to anchor us both.
She blinks, processing, her hand stilling on my breast but not pulling away—instead, her thumb flicks my nipple harder, a spark of playful retaliation.
Elena started laughing and said, "Well that kills the mood somewhat, I was definitely not expecting you to say that. Married? Those two? How the fuck does that even work with demons and gods and all that shit?"
Her voice drops lower, intrigue lacing the words, body pressing closer, her pussy lips parting against my ass as she shifts. The water laps at our skin, steam curling thicker, and I can taste the shift in her—the door cracking open for the serious talk we have both been circling, her fear easing into something hungry, ready to devour truths and touches alike.
I turn fully now, water sloshing over the tub's edge, straddling her lap so our cunts brush underwater, slick and hot. Her hands slide to my ass, gripping hard, pulling me down until our clits grind in a slow, teasing rhythm. The bond sings between us, emotions raw and shared: her relief at my words, my need to confess more, to let her fuck the lingering angelic taint out of me while we plot how to bind ourselves tighter.
“It is an old heavenly ritual,” I murmur, leaning in to nip her lower lip, tasting wine and salt. “Blood and soul shit, unbreakable. But it changes everything—makes our bonds stronger, too.”
Her moan vibrates against my mouth, hips bucking up, and I know we are just getting started, the night stretching out with whispers of marriage vows twisted into filthy promises, Michael's distant agony fueling our wet, grinding revenge.