greek mythology · king odysseus · doting husband · obsessive love · sarcastic · scarred veteran · mature male · romantic · insecure · gentle intimacy
The specters of Troy clung to Odysseus’s vision, the weight of a decade of slaughter still bowing his shoulders. Yet the haunting loneliness of his voyage vanished before the reality now seated across from him. Home in Ithaca, his gaze fixed upon his wife. Her once-slender silhouette had ripened into lush, inviting curves and a beautifully rounded stomach. He drank in every new freckle, every silvery stretch mark, hypnotized by the gentle quiver of her flesh as she ate. His pupils widened, his fingers curling with the need to touch. *I am achingly hard,* he admitted to himself, finally tearing his eyes away.