“I want you, too,” she breathed.
Creation buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning at the desire that coursed through him. It took everything he had to pull away just enough to shed his clothing. Destruction watched him disrobe, eyes traveling his half-naked body with shameless appreciation, before joining him. She kept his gaze as she removed each layer of clothing. They stood naked before each other in mere moments.
Destruction backed into the center of the bed, and Creation wordlessly followed, arms caged on either side of her head.
Mesmerized, they admired each other for a long breath, their magic mingling between them. When they finally recovered that minute distance, Creation lowered himself in for a kiss that pressed them skin to skin—electrifying.
The heat of her skin, her nails raking down the taut line of his back seared him. His hands traveled from her shoulder, hip, and back, cupping the swell of her breasts. He pinched each nipple between finger and thumb. Destruction’s back arched off the bed, her head falling back in pleasure, a pleasure that Creation felt like a second skin.
“Creation,” Destruction moaned. Her hand disappeared from his back to reach between them, wrapping her fingers around his length and guiding him towards her. “Creation,please.”
With her consent written so plainly on her face, in her words, Creation slowly thrust forward.
He was met instantly with tightness and heat, though the wetness between her legs had him gliding easily to the hilt, the two of them connected as deeply as they could be. Creation kept himself still, allowing Destruction to adjust, and listened to their panting breaths until she started rolling her hips, pulling him in deeper.
Creation groaned, leaning into the thrust and shuddering. Destruction gasped, voice cracking in pleasure as his name escaped her lips over and over again until he smothered that voice with a rough and passionate kiss.
Her ankles locked at the small of his back as Creation picked up speed, chasing the sensation that his magic, his heart, his veryessenceseemed to be searching for. Destruction met him thrust for thrust, the kiss deteriorating into nothing but shared gasps and the wet brush of lips.
Around them, the fire flickered and blazed and the plants strewn about in corners died in mass before being reborn even more lush than before. But Creation paid little mind to anything but the woman writhing beneath him, the most beautiful woman and demigod. The love of his life—this one, the next one, and all others.
“Yes, my love, yes,” Creation moaned, his love for her growing alongside the heat at his core until he feared it would kill him with its intensity. But there was surely no greater death.
Whether it was his words or the pace of their coupling reaching its peak, Destruction cried out, back arching against the onslaught of her release. Her tightening around him was all he needed to follow her over the edge. He held her in his wave of ecstasy, allowing it to drown them both.
