Sorry for not being on here as much as I was last year. But I have this chapter and the next one should be out soon. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Thank you for being so paitient with me. (Good Lord did I even spell that correctly?)
Rushing out into the cool night air, the smith God took deep and shuddery breaths as he ran his hands through his unkempt mess of brown hair. His heart pounded against his ribs, causing adrenaline to pump through his body and wake his still tired limbs.
What had gotten into him? He had never acted that way towards Aphrodite before. He was usually the very vision of self control, even when it came to the goddess of love and beauty. But today was different. His control he had worked so hard on had snapped just at the touch of the small woman's fingers...
Oh...She had touched him...those small fingers had left a trail of fire in their wake that still tingled and burned upon his flesh. Raking his hand over his face he took another deep gulp of air. He could still see her; her thin, flushed body pinned beneath him, her golden colored hair haloed around her as her chest heaved, forcing her burgundy colored robe to slip down and expose her heaving chest. Those amber eyes had stared up at him with so much fear and panic.
Then he had touched her...oh Gaia he had touched her. He had just put himself in the same position of every man that came in contact with Aphrodite, had made himself no better than them...but oh it had felt even better than he had ever imagined to kiss his wife. He could only imagine the disgust she must be feeling right now.
Lowering his head, he brought his fingers up to the scarred side of his face. What had he been thinking? He was such a predictable fool. By morning Aries was sure to be pounding on his door, looking for a fight. Sighing he felt his entire body sag with exhaustion, the adrenaline from before having worn off. It was well beyond time to head inside and try to get some rest.
Turning he stopped in his tracks, making eye contact with his wife who was currently standing in the doorframe of their home. Clenching his fists he walked forward, stepping around the small woman and making a beeline for his room, only to be stopped by a small hand grabbing his.