They stayed in the bathtub for a long time, simply exchanging caresses, soft words, and glances filled with emotion and restrained desire. It was a mature kind of love — whole, grounded, overflowing with respect and unshakable connection.
Thor wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to live every second, savor every heartbeat of that reunion. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about belonging, about rediscovering himself in her eyes.
Even with his body burning for her, he knew how to wait — how to love her with patience, with the depth she deserved.
When they finally stepped out of the bath, he wrapped her in a soft towel and carried her back to bed as if she were the most precious thing he had ever held.
There, surrounded by the quiet warmth of their room, Thor and Celina kept kissing and whispering promises of forever. It was a moment of surrender, of unity, of renewal — and it was crystal clear to both of them that what they shared was the kind of love that survived any distance, any time, a