The Devil's Broken Doll
His wings flared outward, brushing the stone and rattling chains somewhere in the room.
“Both,” he growled again, “hands.”
Her heart hammered. Her body trembled. His thrusts made it nearly impossible to think, let alone obey. Every thrust was dizzying. Every hit of his cock to the deepest parts of her channel made white fire flash behind her eyes.
Apollo slammed into her without mercy, without restraint. He moved on pure fire-breathing, lust-filled adrenaline.
Her free hand shook. She lifted it anyway, breath trembling, reaching for the second wing. But right before she touched it, the rhythm of his hips broke her concentration, and her hand snapped outward too suddenly.
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