(Apollo & Adelaide)
"I reward obedience.” Apollo said darkly.
His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her in a smooth, powerful motion that left her breathless. Her legs tightened around his waist in instinctive balance, dragging her soft core against the hard heat of him.
“Apollo—please—don’t—”
“That’s the wrong kind of begging,” he murmured.
With her wrapped around him—legs trembling, arms tugging helplessly against the unbroken binds—Apollo pressed her back against the cross, and kept her exactly where she’d been pinned for hours.
Her breath shattered in her lungs. “Apollo—” she whispered, voice small, raw. “I’m scared.”
He paused only long enough to kiss the corner of her trembling mouth—a fleeting, devastating brush of warmth.
“Good,” he murmured.
The chamber dimmed
