Thor kissed her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts, whispering molten words against her ear.

“You’re mine, Celina. Only mine. And tonight, I’m going to make you forget the world.”

“Thor…” she moaned, surrendering completely.

He made her feel powerful, desired, irreplaceable. His touch carried reverence and hunger in equal measure. She pulled him closer, gasped his name, bit her lip. Between them existed only skin, soul, sweat, and unspoken vows.

“You’re my home, Celina. You always h