Hell's Empire

Hotter than Hell ; Ch.25

Kind of Smutty, kind of ...
Heads up though- nothing really happens between them.

I stood up after an hour or two, screams were heard throughout the halls and I wasn't as scared as I was before. I wasn't afraid to die in the realm of death.

I walked out and looked around, Harry walked towards me grinning. His hands marked with a slight taint of red, blood filled my nostrils and suddenly; I forgot what I was saying about not being afraid of death.

I hadn't realize he had stopped until he cleared his throat; still smiling evilly.
"Fawn." His voice was like honey, thick and smooth. I thought of everything I could be doing besides talking to Hades and shook them away. I was too scared to move or leave. He grinned wider, probably sensing my fear and feasting on it.

"Harry." I breathed out, and stared at his dimples; in hopes to calm my nerves.
His facial features softened but his body tensed, as if he tried to hold back. It was oddly attractive. Almost making me forget why I was crying.

He frowned, "Im sorry. I should've sent you with Athena." I was taken aback, normally he's rude and stern, but he seems quite sincere and caring. I frowned, remembering Athena and his words. I walked closer to Harry closing the space between us, he gulped and stared deep into my eyes. I admit- I was scared spit less- the courage inside me built up then disappeared. I tried to look anywhere but his eyes. They never moved from my eyes, I felt a pit in my stomach erupt and release hot bubbly lava.

My breathing was ragged, I finally looked up at his stare and felt my knees unlock and send me tumbling down, but before I hit the ground Harry had his arms around me. Heat rose around us, I felt the atmosphere in the room change drastically and I felt like fainting.

"It would be the right decision to let you go." His voice came like a soft and deep sound, I really didn't want him to let go. I might fall and I wanted to feel him close to me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and felt the tight grip of his arms around me. Soon his breathing was ragged too and I felt cold and hot- all at once.

"But we're in Hell, we don't make the 'right decisions.'" I whispered and held on tighter, almost pleading for him to do something.
Suddenly his head dipped into my neck, allowing his warm breath to cascade down my collar bone and onto my top of my breast. I shivered and felt his breath against me, the grip I had on him had grown tighter as his hands moved to the valley of my back; almost touching me.

"Seems you're right." He placed his lips on my neck and I bit my lip in hopes of suppressing my moan.
He licked a stripe up from the base of my neck to my ear, the small yet powerful pleasure was so much, I finally let out a whimper. He growled and yanked me against a wall with tremendous force, but my body was softly placed back because his hand gripped the wall before I could slam against it. He stared at me again, I looked at him through hooded eyes and parted my lips, I moved to his jaw and placed open-mouthed kisses. He groaned and I began to hear a cracking noise and looked up, his hand was tearing a hole through the wall, crushing the cement that once was. I gasped at the bold actions, "I can't- won't lose control- not with you- I can, no! H-hurt you." He conflicted with himself, his veins were visible on his neck, he punched the wall again; denting it and then let go of me; taking one last look at my eyes before disappearing into thin air.

"Harry?"