Chapter 200 To Touch Unbidden
(Apollo & Adelaide)
Heat poured off Apollo in waves, thick as molten metal, wrapping Adelaide’s bare skin in a fever that made it hard to breathe. The room felt made for this moment: torches burned low, shadows clung to the walls, and stone sigils glowed faintly as if holding their breath.
Apollo stayed on his knees for a single, suspended heartbeat. Then he leaned forward, slow and intent, hungry for her.
His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, fingers spreading wide as if he was trying to hold too much at once: her shape, her heat, her presence. When he reached the top of her legs, he pressed his face into the softness between them. He didn’t kiss or taste—he just breathed.
A long, shuddering inhale that vibrated through her bones.
Adelaide’s spine jerked, a sound escaping her throat unbidden.
“Apollo—”
His grip tightened, pulling her subtly closer, as if he needed her scent deeper, needed it to coat him, needed it to carve itself into whatever parts of him were still untouched.
“You smell,” he murmured against her skin, voice wrecked with hunger, “like you were made for my mouth.”
Then his tongue came forward and licked her from back to front, applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit.
Adelaide’s legs wobbled, but Apollo’s hands kept her steady. The grip he kept on the mounds of her ass kept her hips forward and her dripping cunt firmly in place.
Apollo’s mouth worked her like a starving man being given a heavenly buffet. Licking her deep, sucking her into his mouth, biting and nibbling her sensitive clit.
The soft groans of pleasure echoed around the chamber, bouncing off the stone walls and floating back to her waiting ears.
When Apollo forced his tongue deep into her channel, her knees nearly buckled. Heat cinched tight low in her belly, climbing fast and unbearably warm. She braced one hand behind her on the stone pillar beside the bed, the other sinking into his hair.
His curls were thick, silky, too easy to hold. Too easy to pull.
He groaned when she did, a dark, vibrating sound that travelled straight into her waiting cunt.
Apollo’s wings twitched behind him, the leathery membranes rustling softly. At first, it was subtle, just a flex or a ripple, but as he continued sliding out his tongue, running it through her folds, then pushing it back deep inside her, the movements grew sharper, more reactive, like her pleasure was running down his spine and sparking at the joints of his wings.
“Apollo…” she gasped, barely recognising her own voice.
His wings spread, not fully, but just enough to curve like an animal crouching over prey. Enough to cast a shadow over them both, and let her feel the heat radiating from the inner membranes.
Without thinking, drunk on sensation and instinct, Adelaide reached. Her fingertips brushed the warm, smooth leather of one extended wing.
Apollo snapped, not away from her, but upward with inhuman speed.
He rose from his knees in a single movement, towering over her before she could blink. His hands seized her waist, pulling her up against his chest so quickly her breath vanished.
His pupils were wide, enveloping the golden hues of his irises. His breathing was harsh, and his wings arched around her like a cage.
“You should not,” he growled against her cheek, “touch what you do not understand.”
Her pulse kicked wildly. He wasn’t angry. Not truly. He was shaken.
His grip trembled faintly, the kind of tremble that came from holding back instinct, not from fear.
“Apollo—”
He didn’t let her finish. He spun her in one smooth, devastating motion, pressing her back to his front and flattening his hand over her stomach to hold her steady. His breath hit her neck, hot and shuddering, almost a snarl. The scent of their desire filled the air.
Her hands braced against the stone as he adjusted her hips. Then she felt his hardness press against her back.
“Touching the Devil’s wings,” he whispered, voice low and lethal-soft, “is not a thing done without consequence.”
She felt him jerk. The unmistakable feel of his hot, silky cock, rubbing through the wetness seeping out of her. then, nudging against her, preparing for the inevitable entry.
Her breath hitched. A shiver of excited anticipation rolled through her body.
“Then what— what consequence is this?” she managed, trembling.
He laughed once, dark and quiet.
“This,” Apollo said, guiding her body into alignment with his, “is mercy. Mercy, because I’m still letting you breathe.”
Then, with one swift thrust of his hips, he was inside her, buried to the hilt and filling her completely. The force knocked the breath from her lungs, a white-hot shock running through her bones. For a split second, her mind went blank. There was no thought, no fear, no name, only sensation.
Adelaide screamed, pushing back to meet him. Her walls fluttered around him.
The sound tore out of her without permission, raw and unfiltered, carrying more need than she knew how to hold. Her body answered him before her mind could catch up, clinging, tightening, refusing to let him go.
Neither one moved for a moment. They stood joined, breaths coming hard and fast.
The world narrowed to heat and pressure and the brutal certainty of being connected like this. Her heart pounded so violently she thought he must feel it through her skin.
Then Apollo rolled his hips. His cock ground into her, pushing, stretching, testing.
He didn’t rush or lose control. He claimed the space he’d just taken, reminding her and himself that he was there.
Adelaide groaned. Her head fell forward. Her back arched, forcing her hips higher, letting him move deeper.
Her body opened instinctively, chasing fullness, chasing relief, chasing something that felt terrifyingly close to surrender.
Apollo rolled his hips again, slow and purposeful. His body shuddered; she felt it at her back. His breath hit the back of her neck in a sharp exhale.
The tremor in him sent a ripple through her, reminding her this wasn’t one-sided, that whatever she felt, he felt too.
The hand at her stomach, anchoring her, twitched and tightened. His other hand slid slowly up her side, over her breast, until his long finger wrapped around her throat.
The contact stole her breath completely. Her pulse jumped beneath his grip, fragile and exposed, and the awareness of it made her knees weaken.
He pulled her head back, forcing her head to his shoulder so that his mouth was at her ear. The intimacy of the position made her dizzy. She was pinned not just by strength, but by closeness.
Another roll and Adelaide groaned, the sound coming from somewhere low in her belly.
It felt like her body was unravelling from the inside out, each movement pulling her further from anything resembling control.
“You’ve got a greedy little cunt,” Apollo groaned into her ear. “I can feel it tightening around me, not letting me move.”
The words sent heat flaring through her, shame and arousal tangling so tightly she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
He rolled his hips again, just to prove the point. Adelaide felt it. All of it. Every ridge, every thrum of heat. Every gentle grind along her walls.
The awareness was overwhelming, too much and yet never enough.