Queen Of Hell & Paradise (Immortal gods: Book 1)

Chapter 48- Girls Need Love Too

Sorry for the unpublishing earlier guys, lol. I needed to smooth some stuff over. I hope it's less awkward... key word hope.

Warning: This chapter is full of mushy stuff, I repeat, this chapter is full of mushy stuff! It's literally just fluff since I feel like these two deserve it after spending so much time apart! No smut though, I'm not about that explicit life, lmao. But there is some strong innuendo.

Also, one more chapter after this and an epilogue y'all! A lot of the questions left unanswered will be addressed in the next installment of this book series, their stories aren't over yet!

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Hades

I devour her scent.

I could kiss her neck and collarbone all day if she'd allow me, she tastes just as she smells-- like coconut and vanilla beans. She angles her head to the side to facilitate my access to her neck, and I blithesomely plant caresses all over her jaw and throat, delivering little nibbles intermittently as she clutches my curls.

It encourages my fingers to brush the thin sliver of skin above her trousers, and I note how ill-fitting they are on her lithe figure. The waistband falls low on her hips, and in her position with her legs wrapped around me, it only makes them fall lower and exposes her hipbones. I knit my forehead in concern, lifting myself off her.

"Have you been eating well?" I ask, lightly stroking her bare abdomen with my thumbs. As Fate should have it, her stomach chooses to groan that exact second, and she blushes when I raise an expectant brow. She releases her hold on my hair, smoothing down her own.

"It's hard to work up an appetite when you're worried," she responds quietly, leaning down to kiss my lips. She sighs contentedly, pressing her forehead against mine before kissing my eyelids. I lean into her loving touch, relishing the feel of her hands on my face and the soft graze of her fingertips.

It is a foreign feeling to be praised so, and the look of longing in her eyes is overwhelming. In fact, it makes something in my breastbone ache, despite there being absolutely no distance between us. Only one boundary separates us both at the moment, and it will soon be crossed if we are not mindful of our current actions.

In the void, I often veered my thoughts in her direction, remembering the sound of her voice as consolation and the feel of her lips on my skin as my sustenance. It would tire me not, to contemplate on all the possible outcomes of a future with her, no matter how improbable.

I would wonder if we would have the chance to wed, if the Underworld would finally join both my brothers' realms in having a second ruler. I knew the odds were remote, seeing as Samantha's very life thread could be cut any given moment during my imprisonment.

Yet, such knowledge did not deter my wandering deliberation. In the hazy realm of Hypnos, I'd frequently see her. I would revel in the hallucinations of her laughter, her lustful gaze, her skin on my own. At one point, the illusions became vivid to such degree that they were quite painful. One dream in particular haunted me regularly, and it always appeared on time.

It seemed I had only that in abundance -- time-- and I filled it with her image, her sound, her touch. Her very feel. Perhaps, for that reason, my own insanity conjured up her mocking form. I wished so greatly to see her one final time, that my mind in its own isolated folly gave into my unconscious request.

But in all my imaginings and hallucinations, none could do her real touch justice. They shrink away in shame into the shadows of my memory, knowing they can not compare to the intensity of the adoration present in her gaze.