(Apollo & Adelaide)
“Pleasure will eat you alive.” Apollo whispered.
He watched the way the words hit—like a slap, like a spark, like a prophecy. They lodged in the bond, echoing back at both of them as if the magic itself were memorising the threat.
“You can’t make me enjoy this,” she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her own doubt.
He bared his teeth in something that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Little Flame,” he murmured, “I already did.”
Her breath stuttered.
Apollo lifted his free hand and gestured lazily through the air.
The mark on his arm flared.
She cried out—the reaction instantaneous, her back arching against the cross as if a jolt of heat had shot through her veins. Her n*****s tightened visibly, her skin flushing from clavicle to stomach in a rush of colou
