With a bone deep shudder, her arm went around his neck to give herself something to hang onto, her face buried against his chest in those long, post-orgasmic moments while he continued slowly moving his hand. When he did finally pull his hand away, his arms went around her too, and she let his strength hold her up, though after another moment she slowly unclenched her fist, releasing his shirt.
“Damn you,” she whispered, pulling back to narrow her eyes at him.
Apollo laughed brightly and kissed her again, and his lips felt so good against her tender mouth she couldn’t resist kissing him again – well, there was no point resisting him now, but she was annoyed. “I promised her.”
“So keep another secret, Melpomene,” said the god of truth, who, she should have realised earlier, was not happy that she hadn’t told him who had given her the bite mark he’d healed. “What’s one more?”