"Into the Flames of Desire"

As Apollo's words hung in the air, his eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness, I felt my body respond to the primal claim he had made. My skin tingled with anticipation, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The air around us seemed to vibrate with tension, the charged atmosphere crackling with an almost palpable energy. Without a word, Apollo's hands slid down my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine as he pulled me closer. His body was warm and hard against mine, his chest pressing against my breasts as he claimed my mouth once more. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense, his tongue probing the depths of my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his fingers brushed against the zipper of my jacket, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. The sound of the zipper coming down was like a whispered promise, a hint of the pleasures that were to come. Apollo's hands slid under my jacket, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist as he pulled me closer. Annabeth's voice was a distant echo, her words lost in the chaos of my own emotions. I didn't care that we were in public, that there were people around us who might see. All I cared about was the man in front of me, his body burning with desire, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the passion that flared between us like a wildfire. Apollo's hands slid under my shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my bra as he pulled me closer. I felt a gasp rise to my lips as his fingers brushed against my skin, the touch sending shivers down my spine. The figure stood watching, its enigmatic smile still plastered on its face. But I didn't care. I was lost in the moment, my body responding to Apollo's touch like a flame responding to fuel. His hands slid down my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my jeans as he pulled me closer. I felt his body heat up, his chest pressing against mine as he claimed my mouth once more. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense, his tongue probing the depths of my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I was his, and he was mine, bound together by a flame of passion that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment. As we broke apart for air, Apollo's eyes gleamed with a fierce possessiveness, his chest heaving with exertion. "I want you," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his breath dancing across my skin like a lover's caress. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what he wanted, and I was ready to give it to him. The question was, where would this passion take us?