Phonos had her precisely where he wanted her. Her back to the wall, her front crushed against him. He could feel the pressure in his jeans with the all too human arousal wreaking havoc with his physiology. One hand remained on her hips while the other reached up to press against the wall beside her head, trying to give him something solid to ground his increasingly distracted mind. His hips bucked against hers, a wave of nearly unimaginable pleasure coursing through him. This wasn't right.

He broke their marathon for a brief respite, breathing heavily against her. Then a growl built at the base of his throat and he forced himself to back away a few inches and try to clear his head. This wasn't what he had planned. This wasn't supposed to happen. If Hades found out- Phonos slammed the wall with the hand not still clinging to her side.