(Apollo & Adelaide)
Adelaide didn’t know how much time had passed.
It could have been minutes. Hours. A lifetime. Hell had no sky to track, no sun to crawl across a horizon; only the relentless, circular rise and fall of him, the metronome of her own breaking.
The cross, the room, the world—everything collapsed down to the feel of him, the sound of him, the terrible rhythm of his body mercilessly using her as if she were the only thing holding him together.
Every time she thought there was nothing left inside her to give, that she had emptied herself completely in the last shattering wave, he dragged more out.
He found every edge she didn’t know she had.
Every new angle that made white static burst across her vision. Every pace that turned the hot ache between her thighs into a
