Surrender to Desire

As I stood there, locked in Apollo's intense gaze, I knew that I was on the precipice of something monumental. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of desire. Apollo's hands were still roaming my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my waist, my hips, and my back. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my body responding to his caress. Without a word, Apollo's hands slid under my shirt once more, his fingers tracing the curve of my bra as he pulled me closer. This time, his touch was more deliberate, more intentional. His fingers brushed against the clasp of my bra, and I felt a surge of anticipation as he expertly released it. The fabric slid away, revealing my skin to his hungry gaze. Apollo's eyes gleamed with desire as he took in the sight of me, his chest heaving with exertion. His hands slid under my breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of my skin as he pulled me closer. I felt a gasp rise to my lips as his fingers brushed against my nipples, the touch sending shivers down my spine. As we stood there, locked in the intensity of the moment, Apollo's hands slid down my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my jeans. This time, his touch was more deliberate, more intentional. His fingers brushed against the button of my jeans, and I felt a surge of anticipation as he expertly released it. The zipper slid down, revealing my body to his hungry gaze. The air around us seemed to vibrate with tension as Apollo's hands slid under my jeans, his fingers tracing the curve of my underwear. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my body responding to his caress. I was his, and he was mine, bound together by a flame of passion that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment. Without a word, Apollo's hands slid under my underwear, his fingers tracing the curve of my skin as he pulled me closer. I felt a gasp rise to my lips as his fingers brushed against my most intimate places, the touch sending shivers down my spine. Apollo's eyes gleamed with desire as he took in the sight of me, his chest heaving with exertion. As we stood there, locked in the intensity of the moment, Apollo's body pressed against mine, his lips claiming mine 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 myself surrendering to his desire, my body responding to his touch like a flame responding to fuel. 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 body, his fingers tracing the curve of my skin as he lifted me into his arms. I felt a surge of excitement as he carried me to the nearest room, the door closing behind us with a soft click. As we stood there, locked in the intensity of the moment, Apollo's body pressed against mine, his lips claiming mine once more. This time, the kiss was more deliberate, more intentional. His body slid against mine, his skin burning with desire as he took me to new heights of pleasure. I was his, and he was mine, bound together by a flame of passion that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment. In that moment, I knew that I had surrendered to his desire, and I was ready to give myself to him completely. The question was, would I be able to handle the consequences of our passion?