Annabeth layed sprawled across Percy's chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to steady herself. The sheets beneath them were tangled and damp from their exertions, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Percy kissed the top of her head, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back.

"You okay?" he asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

Annabeth nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Her mind kept drifting back to Adam Turner, the son of Eros who had arrived at Camp Half-Blood just a few days ago. There was something about him—something even beyond magic—that she couldn't quite put her finger on. And now, lying here with Percy, it felt like a part of her was missing.

She forced herself to smile, lifting her head to meet Percy's gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "Just... thinking."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

Annabeth hesitated. She didn't want to hurt Percy, but she also couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay when it clearly wasn't. "Do you ever... wonder if there's someone out there who's better for you?" she asked carefully.

Percy's expression darkened briefly before he forced a laugh. "What kind of question is that? Of course not. You're perfect for me, Annabeth. I don't need anyone else."

But even as he said the words, Annabeth could see the doubt flicker in his eyes. She knew him well enough to recognize that look—the same one she'd seen countless times when they argued about her controlling nature or his tendency to drift off into daydreams. They loved each other deeply, but sometimes love wasn't enough.

And right now, all she could think about was how Adam had made her feel during their brief encounter. The way his hands had roamed over her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The way his lips had pressed against hers, hot and demanding. The way he had looked at her, like she was the only person in the world who mattered, even if she knew that wasn't true.

It had been intoxicating. Exhilarating. And now, lying here with Percy, she felt... hollow.

Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "What if there is someone better for me? What if I'm not enough for you?"

Percy frowned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Annabeth, what's going on? Are you saying you want to break up?"

Annabeth shook her head quickly. "No, of course not. I just... I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired."

Percy studied her for a long moment before sighing and laying back down. "Okay. But if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here, okay?"

Annabeth nodded, but her mind was already elsewhere. She needed to see Adam again. Needed to feel that connection once more. And she knew exactly where to find him.

Later that night, after Percy had fallen asleep, Annabeth slipped out of bed and dressed quickly. She crept out of the cabin, her heart pounding in her chest. The camp was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. She made her way to the Eros's cabin, her footsteps silent on the dirt path.

The door creaked open as she pushed it inward, and she stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The scent of roses and something more primal filled the air, making her stomach flutter with anticipation. She moved quietly through the cabin, her eyes searching for Adam.

Finally, she found him in a dimly lit corner, leaning against the wall with a satisfied smirk on his face. His emerald green eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched her approach.

"Well, well, well," he drawled. "If it isn't the golden girl herself. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Annabeth swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I... I needed to see you," she admitted.

Adam's smirk widened. "Oh really? And why's that?"

Annabeth took a step closer, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. "Because," she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency, "you make me feel things I've never felt before. Raw. Desperate. Like I can't get enough."

Adam's smirk turned into a predatory grin as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his fingers grazing the curve of her hip, sending a shiver down her spine. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes locked onto his, unable to look away. "Yes," she breathed, her body aching for his touch. "I can't stop thinking about you. About what it would feel like... to be yours."

Adam's hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing against the swell of her breast. "And what do you think it would feel like?" he asked, his voice dripping with temptation.

Annabeth bit her lip, her resolve crumbling under his intense gaze. "Like nothing else matters," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like all I want is to be consumed by you."

Adam's other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips brushed against her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "Then let's find out," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise.

Without waiting for a response, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Annabeth melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she surrendered to the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her curves with possessive intent.

Adam broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto hers. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

Annabeth obeyed without hesitation, shimmying out of her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. She kicked off her pants next, standing before him in nothing but her panties. Adam's gaze raked over her body, his eyes filled with heat.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

He reached out to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. Annabeth gasped, arching into his hands as waves of pleasure shot through her body.

Adam lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his hand trailed down her stomach to her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down, exposing her wet pussy to his gaze.

"So wet for me," he murmured against her skin. "You must have been thinking about this all day."

Annabeth bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Maybe," she admitted.

Adam chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He leaned back against the wall, pulling her between his legs. "Ride me," he ordered.

Annabeth didn't need to be told twice. She straddled him, guiding his hard cock to her entrance. With a deep breath, she sank down onto him, feeling him fill her completely.

"Oh gods," she groaned, her head falling back as she adjusted to his size.

Adam wrapped his hands around her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, making her dizzy with ecstasy.

"Faster," Adam demanded, his voice tight with control.

Annabeth complied, picking up her pace as she bounced on his cock. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, and she could feel the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

Annabeth's breath hitched as she looked into Adam's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and the words spilled from her lips almost involuntarily.

"Adam," she moaned, her voice trembling with emotion. "I adore you. I... I think I'm meant to be yours. To fuck whenever you want."

Adam's eyes darkened with desire, his grip on her hips tightening. "Are you sure, Annabeth?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Because once you say it, there's no going back."

She nodded, her resolve firm despite the guilt gnawing at her. "I'm sure. I want this. I want you."

Adam's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled her closer, his cock twitching inside her. "Then let's make it official," he murmured, his hands roaming over her body with possessive intent.

Annabeth gasped as he lifted her effortlessly, positioning her against the wall before thrusting back into her. The change in angle sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, making her moan loudly.

"Yes, Adam," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me. Claim me."

Adam's pace quickened, each thrust more powerful than the last. He watched her face intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and lust. "You're mine, Annabeth," he growled, his voice raw with emotion. "Forever."

Her orgasm built quickly, the intensity of his words and actions pushing her to the brink. "Adam, I'm... I'm coming!" she screamed, her body convulsing around him as she shattered into a million pieces.

Adam followed soon after, his release washing over him as he buried himself deep inside her. They clung to each other, panting and trembling in the aftermath of their shared passion.

As their breathing steadied, Annabeth lifted her head to meet Adam's gaze. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice still shaky.

Adam brushed a tender kiss against her forehead. "Anytime you want more, you know where to find me," he said with a grin.

Annabeth smiled, her heart warm despite the guilt gnawing at her conscience. She hadn't come here looking for love—But now, lying here in Adam's arms, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she had found something more.

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