Our hands joined as I deepened the kiss, spread her mouth wider with my tongue, drinking her while her soul chanted my name.
Thunder cracked in the distance as papers crashed to the floor followed by the phone.
I didn’t care.
I panted against her body, then spread her legs wide, my fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her thighs, I was delirious from her taste, from the way she clung to me like I was her everything.
“Kyra, I need you. I’ve always…” My voice deepened, took on a gravelly tone. “…needed you.”
“I’ve always been yours.” She bit down on my bottom lip and then bruised me with her kiss, her fingers dancing along my skin, driving me crazy, I couldn’t remember a time ever being so aroused.
“You are mine, Kyra, daughter of Apollo.”
“Yes.” She panted. “Yesss.”
I was out of control, almost feral as I gripped her hips and jerked her body closer. I was inside her in seconds.
One.
No longer a half.
A whole.
The sound of lightning cracking split through the room as I surged forward, unable to slow my thrusts or the screams of pleasure as darkness filled my line of vision.
Thousands of years.
I would wait more.
Yet for this. I would wait an eternity.
My soul wept and then it was like being reborn, soul touching soul, hearts aligned, and bodies in perfect sync as I gripped her hips.
Kyra’s eyes opened, and what I saw there was perfection.
Golden. Perfection.
Because I was a part of her now, forever.
Her lips parted as she found her release, and I followed, not realizing that there was more to our story.
Not realizing, until in a haze of sex we looked around the room… and found every single object incinerated to dust.
KYRA
Egypt, Valley of the gods
“I don’t understand.” My father was speaking, but surely I was misunderstanding what he was trying to convey. “Why would you do this to me?”
“I’m protecting you.” He wiped a tear. “The only way I know how.”
“By taking everything from me?” My hands shook. “You’re taking a gift that was given, you’re taking all the parts of you that I love, that make me yours!”
“The Creator is all knowing.” My father hung his head. “He gave me two choices. Take the essence of the gods that flow through your veins while your soul remains intact, or you’ll be used for evil. I can’t allow that, you are the daughter of Apollo! The granddaughter of Ra himself! A weapon I cannot allow in the wrong hands!”
“But—” Tears stung. I felt betrayed. “How do we know the worst is going to happen?”
“The worst,” My father paled. “Is yet to come. Don’t you see it? The gods are a dying race. Even now, they give in to their baser instincts! And you, you are the only one who can help them sustain this life, you are life itself, you house the sun!”