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Your love was godlike.
Your hands roam my body, trailing fire under my skin.
You taste of blood and smoke. Bitter and soft, you were, burning away my skin and leaving my heart bare.
You were so soft. Your skin was perfectly bronzed, forged from the finest metals, molded by the hands of gods.
My breath ran thin, yet you pressed on. Our lips danced a firey tango, robbing the air from my lungs, leaving them burning.
My chest heaves. You hold me only tighter, those soft, hot hands setting me ablaze.
Eyes of sanguine and ichor meet as we part, our breath mingling as we stare.
"Beautiful." You whisper, before claiming me again. I gasp, gripping the inky hair that spilled over your scalp.
Your voice was a sweet alto, dripping Iike velvet. It vibrated through my chest, settling between my ribs and spreading pleasantly.
A goddess ravished by a mortal, terrifying and exhilarating. I was your prize, your honor. Your treasure. And you were mine in return.
I pressed closer, grabbing at the sharp line of your jaw, satisfaction spreading through me at the gasp you let into my mouth.
My mortal hero, blood pouring down your face, lifting your spear in victory.
You claim me, bloodstained lips and all, and I drown.
I drown in you, in your sweet voice, in your bitter taste, in your bronze skin.
Your pulse jumps wildly under my palm, your life held tenderly in my hands. It was a bird beating its wings against the bars of the cage that was your ribs.
I am reminded that you are brutally human, with the rush of blood that pulsed beneath your plump skin.
Your lips left mine for breath. I cup your soft cheeks and stare into your eyes, the same color as the life that flows through you. They meet my gold, shaded with ichor. Your kiss bitten lips quirk up in a shining smile.
"It's like kissing a god. Doing this with you."
I smile back, my thumb toying with your bottom lip. You bite down playfully on my skin. I laugh, a ringing sound.
"Perhaps it is. My mortal hero, my chosen beloved."