(Apollo & Adelaide)
He felt her arousal before he saw it. Not just as a scent, not just as heat— but as a pulse, a throb of molten hunger through the bond that struck him like lightning to the spine. The momentum of it almost stole his footing, as if some unseen hand had shoved his spine from the inside.
Her body called to him. It was infuriating. It was intoxicating.
It was hers.
As he hovered over her, the air between them grew thick—humid with breath and sweat and a tension that stole the oxygen from the room. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, frantic breaths. Her skin glowed with a feverish flush. Her pupils were blown wide, swallowing the colour from her eyes.
Terror. Anger. Desire.
Gods, her desire was a living thing—something that clung to her skin like heat off a flame, somet
