“Mmmm, I am not answering that,” she breathed, eyes closed against his competitive and confident hands. This wasn’t fair, she was trying to be a good sister, it wasn’t her fault he was so damn good at this. Wasn’t her fault her hips canted toward his hand, her heart beating blood to the places he teased her. Wasn’t like she was encouraging it.
“He fucked me on a dais in the middle of an amphitheater,” she purred, opening her eyes to challenge him. “’When did you last do that?”
Okay... an argument could be made that she was encouraging it. But the feeling she got at the flash of darkness in Apollo’s eyes sent a hot rush of pleasure through her. He pinned her up against the wall with a harder kiss, grinning as she pushed back against him. His fingers untied the knot of her straps at the back of her neck, so the fabric slipped down, so it was easier to stroke his way down the plunging neckline and get his hand properly between her legs.
It was really, really hard to remember why she wasn’t supposed to be doing this. She made a small noise of protest, and he made one of deep want in return.