Valentine III.

•• Green Light.

Mature Content Warning [Orange]. Read with caution. Read with the music.

*************************************************

Grabbing my bare waist once more, I feel Hades' harsh breaths blowing against the sensitive stretch of skin at my neck where'd he'd made me bleed through our bond. Violent shivers threaten to shatter my spine as his heaving chest presses against me. The forceful beats of his heart reverberate through my body as he lets out a low, feral growl.

Pausing once more, he brings his hungry gaze back up to mine.

"Why haven't you asked me to stop?" he prods again this time more demanding as his dilated pupils draw me into their vortex and spin me in violent circles.

I focus on my own escalated breaths instead, almost coming out as soft blows against his lips, the warm feel of his cloaked body still pressed flush against my bareness.

He is so close... I can feel him...

My heart continues to pound away in my chest as I say nothing, refusing to betray myself any further. Even as the burning sensation continues to travel its way up my core, leaving nothing short of a scorching heat mixed with calamitous desire, in it's wake.

Finally leaning back into my ear, he maintains his grip against my body as he tauntingly whispers.

"Tell me the truth, Lillith... Tell me exactly what you want."

"Tell me." he insists.

At this, I explode like a balloon. My knees tremble violently as I try to battle the sweeping pain roaming it's way into my temple and bullying my emotions. Demanding me to obey. My walnut skin shimmers under the soft glow of the lamps as it contrasts against his own deathly pale hand still clutching my now-rattling waist.

A clattering mess, I reach out to him grasping onto his chiseled bicep to steady my aching form. He doesn't even flinch as I unintentionally sink my nails into his skin, the effect immediately mimicking along the skin of my own muscle. I am a complete mess.

Bare before him, I stand for him to see all of me. And yet even that isn't enough, as the deepest of my desires ache to come streaming out for him. For him to own... For him to possess. I wouldn't give him this satisfaction. I wouldn't do it. No matter what. I would rather crumble here before his very eyes and disintegrate into a thousand trembling pieces, than let him win.

Closing my eyes, I cry out as the pain from resisting completely grasps me now in it's tight, unfriendly embrace. I am a throbbing mess, seconds away from spontaneously combusting.

He...Can't...Win--

My grasp around his arm tightens, my knuckles now a deathly white as they blanche from the sheer force of my shaky hold. His eyes continue to defile the rest of my juddering body as he waits...and waits...and waits.

"Look me in the eyes, and tell me" he grits again remorseless, as he trails a hand up to grasp the small of my neck, the other still fastened tight around my midriff. His scorching heat leaks into me from every touch.

Screaming loudly into the caving walls of the chamber, I finally give in. And I hate every inch of myself for it, as the vile stream of my own words come cascading from my lips and echo along the vast expanse of the dining room. My redirected gaze fiercely holding his.

"Because I don't want you to stop" I breathe heavily. The aching feeling begins to subside as I continue to hold his starving gaze. Pressing on to avoid reliving that painful, tormentuous sensation, I continue.

"In fact, I want nothing more in this very moment, than for you to toss me onto this table, and sing to me, Hades. I want you to play me like a violin. And I want it to hurt. Every second of it..."

The gas lamps lining the momentous marble walls flare so bright, the sparkling glass encasements shatter, unable to contain the flames which now roar to the ceiling in tune with Hades at the sound of his name on my lips.

"Say it again..." he growls ferally, his eyes burning and bright as he makes torturously pleasurable motions along the length of my lower-abdomen, rubbing teasingly slow circles over my belly-button and slowly trailing further and further down.

Without him having to specify, I already know exactly what he wants me to say, and so I obey... over, and over, and over again, spurting and moaning his name like a broken record.

But he stops. His breaths come out in deep gusts as he closes his eyes. He combats a series of low growls escaping from deep within his throat as he slightly trembles trying furiously to contain himself. Disappointment courses through me as he takes two menacingly slow steps away from me before running a frustrated hand through his midnight tresses.

His breathing has now steadied, and when he finally reopens his eyes, he immediately finds my gaze again.

"I won't touch you like this" he breathes, the strain from having to restrain himself still clearly visible on his strong features.

"Not until you've finally dropped your walls. Your act..." he adds tilting his head at me, his eyes never straying from mine as he continues.

"But the day I do, I want to take my sweet, sweet time. To savor every inch of you as you willingly submit yourself to me. I want you to come to me of your own free will. To beg me for it..."

"It is only then, that I will touch you" he finally purrs into the distance between us.

Retrieving my gown from the floor, he holds it out to my breathing form. I am still in such shock, that it takes me a second to recover my dress from his outstretched arm, and clutch it to my nude form.

"However, I'm still ever so glad to know I was right" he smirks.

He trails his eyes along my shocked form one more time before turning his back towards me and slowly exiting the room, leaving me at the mercy of my own bursting thoughts and emotions.