Her lips made small, desperate sounds of "no," a final, dying gasp of her former self, but the sound was swallowed by the wet, rhythmic slaps of their tongues clashing. It was a beautiful, erotic contradiction: her mouth was still trying to recite her vows of loyalty to Apollo, but her tongue was dancing a filthy, submissive tango with Rex.
The sheer intensity of the kiss was intoxicating. Every time he pulled back just a fraction to catch a breath, she would moan, a sound of pure, unadulterated want, before he plunged back in to silence her again.
She was lost in the friction, the wetness, and the overwhelming scent of him. 'I'm betraying... Apollo...'
'It's like that night all over again...' As she felt the weight of him pressing her deeper into the mattress, a crushing realization settled over her, more potent than the pleasure: she was betraying Apollo.
