My body lit up like a Christmas tree. I was so ready. I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair and opened my mouth, hungry for his tongue. The taste of our morning breath aside, this was a kiss to end all kisses. Epic, murderous. Under the humming arousal unfurling through my sleepy limbs was the dim awareness of how different Thor felt in my arms, against my lips. Different from other bodies I had held, different from other mouths I had tasted. But all that math added up to the following: different clearly equaled superior.
