King's Queen ✔

Chapter 25: Breakfast Table

~The Next Day~

"Hades, wake up." Persephone's voice crackled through the crisp morning air. "Mother has invited us to join her for breakfast."

Hades winced as the gold light beamed onto his face. "Demeter is pushing a line," he grumbled. "She knows I hate waking up early."

Persephone chuckled. "I know, sweetheart," she pouted. "But we have to do everything to keep her happy, otherwise she'll just cause more trouble." Persephone finished braiding her hair. She waltzed across the room and opened the closet door to some old gowns, she wasn't able to take with her before she got married. She was kind of glad now that she came back, she could take all her possessions and move into her new home permanently.

-Hades POV-

Hades rose from under the tangled bedsheets and didn't shy away from openly studying Seph in her old room. She had a blushing smile that resembled a blooming rose; so soft and sweet. Her thick shiny hair was braided and swayed lightly as she walked around the tables and chairs. Hades felt a deep hunger stir inside of him, his body yearned for her touch and he craved to drink her ecstasy. Although, he had ravished her all night, he could still go again.

Hades never got enough of her and he knew this passion wouldn't end. He had fallen so deeply under her spell, that he had fully surrendered to her.

Seph turned towards him and held up two gowns. "Should I wear this one or this one?"

He pointed towards the deep red satin dress because it matched her kissable lips. Hades heart missed a beat when she brazenly removed her robe, her curvaceous body was presented for his eyes to feast upon. She slipped on the piece of silky satin with ease and it clung to her deliciously wide hips and heavy breasts. Hades knew she was his and only his. She made him feel at home, although he had never felt so vulnerable in his life, but that didn't scare him away. He found himself drawing closer to her warmth, kindness and hidden mischief. The way she would smile secretly and hold his hand no matter where they were, Hades found that undeniably lovable about her. She was his home and his own personal heaven. And wherever she went, he would follow.

Hades got out from under the bedsheets and approached his wife.

"Don't you dare," she scolded.

"How do you know what I'm going to do?" he asked bemused.

"I can see that look in your eyes," she remarked. "I just got ready, I'm not going to have you rip another of my gowns."

Hades grinned. "I'll take it off nicely then," he retorted and grabbed her. He easily threw her supple body over his shoulder.

"Hades, put me down this instant!" she shouted her plea and smacked his back as hard as she could but it didn't stump him.

Hades returned the gesture, he struck her bottom and she gasped.