Grace I let my gaze linger on Apollo for a moment longer than usual, drinking in the way his jaw tensed, the slight dip of his brow, the faint pulse at his neck. Slowly, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his softly. His breath hitched, and just as he was about to lean in, to claim the kiss as his own, I pulled back, my finger tracing along his lips. He looked at me, one brow arched in question. I smiled, my voice low, almost teasing. “Please, be patient, sir. You’ll have your meal soon.” A flash of amusement danced in his eyes, but surprisingly, he didn’t move to overtake me. He just stared at me, like I was the only thing that mattered, letting me dictate the pace, and lead. I felt a shiver of power run through me. Leaning in again, I kissed the side of his neck, nipping and sucking, letting my teeth leave a mark that made him groan, his hips pressing subtly into mine. I could feel his hard length straining against him beneath my touch, desperate for attention, but I ignored it,
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