It was a long time before they finally pulled apart.
"I had calculated a timeline," Seraphina murmured, her voice husky. Her chest rose and fell against his. "I thought I'd be waiting five centuries, perhaps a millennium, for you to climb to this height. For you to stand where I stand."
She stared at Orion, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if trying to carve his image into her retinas. It was a look of possessive adoration, a mix of surprise and profound relief.
"To see you ascend to Demigod status so quickly..." She traced the line of his jaw. "It defies logic."
"I'm curious," Orion said, tightening his grip around her waist and letting their body heat mingle. "Why me?"
