(Apollo & Adelaide)
“No!” Adelaide cried. “You can’t. Not there.”
Apollo’s breath came slow, controlled, as if her panic only sharpened his focus. His hand slid up her spine, not soothing—staking his claim.
“You keep offering me rules,” he murmured, voice low and implacable. “As if you’re still somewhere that rules matter.” He leaned closer, words brushing her ear like heat. “You wanted kindness, Little Flame. Hold tight to my kindness.”
He pushed his hips forward; his c**k was already coated in her juice, but the saliva still helped. His c**k slid through the resistance easily, as if her ass welcomed him.
Her scream echoed sharp and ragged, shaking loose something deep inside her chest—fear and pleasure clashing violently until she couldn’t tell one from the other.
As Apol
