Being the son of Jupiter, he was expected to be a good kisser, and of course he was.
She could still feel it.
How firmly his lips was on her
How his soft ripple of his supple back muscles collided with hers.
And how she loved the sound of clashing teeth of breathless moans that begged for love in a way that words never could.
How his hair lay tousled in his head and how the whispered ever so softly "You are my world"
Except the world for them is full of destruction and you could never handle a wretched storm because you
were scared of thunder.
