She fell on him gasping for air, Ares's chest rising and falling rapidly and they both felt they would probably faint from such passion. Because it was impossible that a body, not even an Olympic one, could contain so much, so much passion, so much tenderness, so much satisfaction, so much love.
It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath and be able to speak. The muse raised her face to see him and he smiled sweetly and kissed her forehead.
-I lov...
Daría covered her lips with her hand before he managed to finish the sentence.
-Do not say it.
-Why not?
-It is of bad luck. We consider it a farewell. Our love doesn't need to go around screaming, we know, that's enough.
Ares nodded. But he kept the phrase in his throat, wanting to shoot like an arrow. So I kiss her, sweetly
