Tragos’ hands on her bare back pulled her in tight, crushing their bodies together as his mouth met her hunger with his own. Apollo had made him feel alive in the worst possible way, and Marcie was the complete opposite, the absolute best that life could give him.
He only broke the kiss for a moment and then only to reach down and pick her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, wrapping his arms around hers, and this time the kiss was unbroken as he walked her backwards and fell onto her bed, landing heavily on top of her.
Oof- Marcie had to gasp in a breath, but the weight of him was good, and she wanted him fiercely. She pulled at the back of his jumper to encourage him to pull it off over his head, so she could run her hands over his gorgeous shoulders. “Gods, yes,” she breathed, only just remembering to keep her voice down if she didn’t want to be painting vivid pictures for Kaden.
“The gods can fuck off out of it,” he breathed back, shedding his jumper and the tank underneath he’d been wearing when Apollo swanned back into his life. There were no gods in this bed tonight, it was just him and Marcie, just - he broke the kiss again, looking down at her half naked underneath him. He wanted to kiss her so much it was driving him crazy, but he wanted to look at her too, memorise her, shove the image of her right into his brain so he never forgot.