Hades

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⚠️ WARNING: VERY, VERY SEXUAL CONTENT. READ ON IF YOU DARE. ;)

•CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE•

"She's finally gone," Hades sends me a smirk, walking into the room.

"Was it that evident?" I inquire, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Very much so," He states, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

His arms encircle my waist as he pulls me flush against him, moving a piece of hair from my face. I stand on my tip-toes to wrap my arms around his neck. "I should really work on my acting skills, hm?"

He laughs, and I'm overjoyed to see his usual cold blue eyes melt into calm flowing rivers. A smile grows on my face as I watch him, captured like a moth to a flame.

"What?" He asks gently, his thumbs rubbing small patterns into my back. It brought a comforting feeling to me. I felt safe, truly safe in his arms.

Hades. God of the Underworld and the man...or more precisely God I had dreamt of since I could remember. The one who's supposed to strike fear in the hearts of those that are evil, and the one who's supposed to represent all things no one would want to surround themselves with is here. With me. He's utterly, and undeniably...warm.

And I felt, utterly and undeniably safe with him. He has the strength to hurt me, and even kill me. But he was gentle with me, a mere mortal that they wouldn't even give a second glance to on the street. Someone entirely basic and normal. Someone they'd consider weak.

"Samira?" His deep, warm voice brings me back to the present.

"I'm here." I whisper, still lost in my thoughts. He looks down at me in concern, his fingers stilling on my back.

"Are you alright?"

I drag a hand from his neck and down to his chest, feeling his taut muscles underneath. Something within me begins to ache. Ache for more.

My gaze drops to his lips, and I embrace the feeling of the bond. The pulling of my heart strings, the loud pleasurable sounding hum that emanated quietly between us. If I could see it, see it the way I felt it, it would be glowing. A glowing string that connected us and wrapped around our bodies in a gentle hold. It brought us together, and let us do the rest.

I slowly bring my lips to his, relishing in the softness of his plump lips. He's unresponsive for a few beats that passes between us before he dives into the kiss, passionately moving his mouth against mine. Our bodies are in perfect sync now, and I glide my other hand away from his neck to his face as his warm hand grips the back of my shirt tightly.

The power he had cloaked before was now shining through, making its escape in this moment of weakness. My stomach clenches in delight at the darkness of it. So dark, but so purely dangerous. It was clean, yet so tainted.

His arms hook under my legs as he lifts me, and I instinctively wrap them around his waist. He carefully walks over to the large bed centered in the room, laying me down gently but never breaking apart from me.

We pull away simultaneously, and I pant, willing my breath to catch up with me. The moonlight runs over our bodies, gently beckoning for us to continue what we started.