(100 words)
You're beautiful. His lips traced a path from her jawline and down, down her neck to the edge of her shoulder, nudging the collar of her shirt further open.
Such pale, clear skin... He thought the words, lived them, breathed them. That scent...
She gasped at his touch and kissed him back with as much pressure as a mere human possibly could. So beautifully breakable, impulsive; nothing to his steel.
He drew back, stared at her closely, memorised everything about her. He held her with his eyes.
He knew then: he was a beautiful god, delaying her time to die.