Thor let his fingers trace the lace of her lingerie, admiring every inch of her body with reverence. Nothing about him was rushed. Everything was intense, intentional, intimate.

He was strong yet delicate, bold yet careful. His touch burned, yet it protected. His kisses were deep, yet respectful. He knew her—knew where to touch her, how to make her feel beautiful even while pregnant, how to make her feel like the only woman in existence.

“You are the most beautiful vision I’ve ever had, love. My home, my refuge, my downfall.”

She caressed his face tenderly and pulled him closer.

“Love me, Thor… the way only you know how.”

And he did.

The intensity between them grew with every touch, every look. Thor didn’t take his eyes off her as his hands moved slowly over each curve, as if memorizing a sacred map. He knelt at the edge of the bed, sliding his hands along her thighs, moving upward with slow devotion.

Celina’s breathing quickened—not out of haste, but from a desire gently fed by each