(Apollo & Adelaide)
Adelaide didn’t so much lie on the bench as melt over it.
Every part of her felt unstrung. Her muscles quivered in tiny aftershocks she couldn't control, as if her nerves had been rewired and were still misfiring. The padded obsidian beneath her chest slicked with sweat; her cheek peeled away with each ragged breath. Heat pulsed up through the bench and into her bones, branding her from the inside out. The scent of smoke, s*x, and scorched magic thickened the air, clogging the back of her throat.
For a long, suspended moment, there was only the echo of her own pulse hammering in her ears.
And his weight.
Apollo’s body loomed above, caging her in heat and shadow. His chest crushed against her back, each breath a heavy, relentless drag. His breath crashed ov
