Cherry red locks, scented with the jasmine that filled the air around them, spread around her shoulders, those silken strands that he craved to have wrapped around his fingers. Her lips pressed fevered kisses to the entirety of his too thin frame. A steady flush was rising in the much adored freckled face as desire swept them both away.
A glowing goddess lay before him, belonging only to him. He longed for every inch of her soft, warm skin to be pressed against him; he yearned for the deepest of her secrets. The goddess spoke and wrapped him in her golden song, his name on her lips. It was a sin to be here, profaning her sacredness, but want had long ago overwhelmed resistance.
Star filled eyes captures his, time vanished. With earthly perspiration and pain, the way toward heaven was made clear. The goddess opened her secrets to him and both ascended. With blood, the child gave birth to the woman, and nothing would ever be the same between them, and yet nothing would change.
Cooling skin pressed against him for warmth, delicate hands found his. Two had become one in this secret place, and now Nyx's chariot was driving forth, stealing the last of the day. In the last golden rays, watching she was his, exhausted from their glorious journey, Harry knew what beauty was.