(Caelum Ashborne)
He wanted to know the sound she would make with his hands on her, not the Devil’s.
The thought startled him—hit him like a spark against dry tinder. It should have repulsed him, should have sent disgust clawing up his throat. Instead, heat pooled low in his gut, heavy and insistent, dragging a pulse of molten want through every vein.
The Devil moved harder behind her—hips snapping forward in a brutal, merciless rhythm that made the stone under Caelum’s boots tremble. Apollo shifted his stance, dragging Adelaide’s trembling body into a different angle, positioning her with a precision that made Caelum’s teeth clench.
Then he saw it.
Their connection.
Her glistening, trembling core—slick, stretched, pulsing as she tried to take the force of him—and the Devil’s m
