(Apollo & Adelaide)
Adelaide's world had narrowed to obedience and hunger. And the fragile thread of her own pride, fraying with each passing heartbeat. She barely registered the pain in her shoulders, the ache in her knees. The dull sting in her joints felt distant, like it belonged to someone else, someone far away from the molten pull inside her. Everything inside her was stretched thin, vibrating with her need.
Just this wasn’t enough anymore. She needed another mouth. She needed hands. She needed to touch and to feel and to take the pleasure she craved. Her skin prickled with desperation, each breath trembling on the edge of a whimper. The bond hummed like a live wire against her bones, urging her—more, closer, now.
Something in her chest snapped. Fire uncoiled.
It wasn’t the
