(Apollo)
He kissed her again, deeper this time — but still careful. Testing. Learning. His hands roamed her body with a reverence he didn’t recognise as his own. He memorised every sound she made, every breath that rushed through her. Slow sighs. Quiet inhalations. A soft, shaky exhale when his lips brushed the hollow of her throat.
Her legs shifted slightly beneath him, brushing his hips, opening for him.
The contact was light — but the effect was devastating. A sound rumbled low in his chest, more breath than growl. The kind he’d never made for anyone.
I want this. I want her. Gods, what is she doing to me…
His hand slid lower, over the gentle curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, the softness of her thigh. She shifted into his touch without thinking, her breath catchi
