Bab 1244: Athena's Secrets 2

The room was silent for a moment, with the faint glow of flames from the sconces casting dancing shadows on the walls. Then, Athena raised her hands to her robes, undoing the clasp that held them. 

The silken fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling gracefully around her feet in a soft whisper. Her form, radiant and commanding even in its vulnerability, seemed to light up the room. 

Moranda's eyes followed her movements, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. Without hesitation, he moved toward her, his hands eager to embrace her. She let him take her, and soon, the sounds of their passion echoed through the chamber, mingling with the distant roar of the hellfires outside.