The first thing I felt was the cold. I was no longer wrapped up in Ares's arms. My eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room.
The room was made up with clean linen, dark wood, and the scent of sandalwood and something earthy.
Apollo.
This must be Apollo's suite, the smell of him lingered everywhere. To think, there used to be a time when he was my favorite.
His bedsheets felt cold against my skin, reminding me that I was still naked. The memories of the previous night came rushing through my mind.
The feeling of being filled and used by them was still so fresh in my head. It was a memory that sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through me.
The bathroom door opened. Apollo appeared in the doorway, he was dressed in tailored black trousers and nothing else. His bare chest was covered
