71. When the Lights Go Down

*Hephaestus*

My son had given me the chance to whisk my wife away, and I shot him a smile with a, congratulations. “Now is our chance, my wife.” I pulled her hand and brought her towards me, lifting her up carrying her bridal style. Being a god has its advantages as within seconds we were in what was now our room. My hands trembled as I carried her through the room, setting her down on the edge of the bed. I fully intended to let her sit on her own, but she had other ideas, grabbing my shirt collar and pulling me down on top of her to kiss her. We rolled around each other, kissing and caressing one another.

I stopped and bent down, starting to remove her boots, slowly. I could tell she had a fire burning in her soul. Her soul remembered us. This was going to be the best for us both. We didn’t have to give one another up, we weren’t in a brothel, we were in her home, in our room, in the castle. She was breathtaking. She’s always been breathtaking. My shaking hands moved up her thighs