"I've seen power," he answered, reaching out to trace a single finger down the center of her chest, between her breasts, stopping just above her navel.
"But this… this is different. This is you."
He drew her closer again, this time skin to skin.
The contact was electric—his warmth against her divine vitality, the hard planes of his body pressing gently into her softer curves.
They kissed once more, slower still, tongues dancing in a lazy rhythm that built heat without urgency.
Jolthar's hands roamed with reverence, sliding down her back to cup the full swell of her backside, pulling her hips against his. She gasped softly into his mouth as she felt him harden fully against her belly, thick and hot and insistent.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw, down the column of her throat, tasting the faint salt of her skin.
"Tell me if anything feels wrong," he whispered against her pulse.
"We stop the moment you want."
