(Apollo)
Her hand cupped the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss him again — slow, desperate, tender. Her lips brushed his with a trembling insistence, as if she needed the contact as much as breath. Her hand slid into his hair, fingers curling, anchoring him to her. He felt her chest rise against his, her heart fluttering wild and fast beneath her skin. It called to something in him — something that wanted to answer with more than fire.
He felt something inside him unravel. Not lust. Not hunger. Not possession. Something gentler. Something far more dangerous. Something he had no defences against. It opened inside him like a wound and a revelation, heat pooling behind his ribs, spreading outward in slow, ruinous waves. It made his voice quieter, his kisses softer, his movements
