He stared at her nude body for a while, why did his soul begin to sense ticklish moves? He was sad to see her like this, he was sad that she cried. He was sad that he couldn't understand her.
He roamed on her body, kissing her neck, and a few words left her mouth.
"I Love your scent."
She moaned.
He felt something different flickered inside him, his heart began to beat like the moment he saw her laughter for her son.
"Ah, you seduced me!" He claimed and squeezed her breasts hard.
Instead of pleasure, Freya felt pain and grabbed her mouth, "don't!"
"This is what you do to me, this is what my father did, you all gave me pain, you all chained me to that burning hell."
Her eyes widened, why was he always saying this, could it be still a spark of light to lighten his heart?
She gripped his wrist, moaning, before being able to speak he embraced her mouth.
