Come for me*

The storm around Zeus and Hera churned with unrelenting fury, a maelstrom of roiling clouds and crackling lightning that mirrored the primal hunger still burning between them. Their bodies, slick with sweat and divine essence, glowed faintly in the tempest's electric glow, suspended in a realm where time and space bowed to their will. Hera's dark hair whipped wildly in the gale, her crimson eyes blazing with a fire that rivaled the bolts arcing through the sky. Zeus's grip on her thighs was iron, his storm-blue eyes locked on hers, a promise of untamed desire etched in every line of his chiseled face.