Taking her face in one hand, he eased her head back against the tile to watch her as he moved inside of her, as she slid closer and closer to the brink, watching her after her agreement to the ritual. Deep in the back of his mind, hazy with lust and clouded by the distance of time, he remembered standing in her place, consumed and lonely and furious with forces he had no business messing with. The bravest and the strongest of them, the king of the gods raining down his fury on the most innocent of victims, creating life just to punish a people that had never even asked for what they got...

Kissing her, he quickened his pace and made the decision in his own mind and heart, tilting his hips at just the right angle and nipping sharply at her lip with just the right amount of force, the perfect sting to push her over that line and into ecstasy. The choice should have been harder...all of them should have been harder. Marrying her, binding himself to her...hell, he hadn't even bound himself to Bess, but he hadn't known well enough that time. The world hadn't needed a god like this, they'd been content with mere legend instead.

"C'mon," he breathed against her lips, his pulse quickening and his skin flushing as she drew him closer and closer the nearer she drew to her own climax, "c'mon...come for me, babe...come for me..."