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“It’s over,” he said, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
Hades gently pulled back, his gaze dropping to my wounded palm. The deep cut from Mais’ dagger was still fresh, the blood drying on my skin, but it didn’t escape his notice. With a tender expression, he took my hand in his, his thumb brushing softly over the injury.
“Let me take care of this,” he murmured, his tone thick with both concern and guilt.
He held my hand between his own, and I felt a familiar warmth spread from his magic. The pain ebbed away as the gash slowly knitted itself together. Within moments, my palm was whole again, the only trace of what had happened a faint line that would soon fade entirely.
My breath hitched as I looked up at him, my heart swelling with emotion. He had come for me, saved me, and now he was here, holding me as if I was the most precious thing in the world. Thefear and desperation that had gripped me moments ago melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.
Without thinking, I reached up and pressed my lips to his. He responded instantly, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me close.
I clung to him, my hands tangling in his hair as I pressed myself against him. Hades groaned against my lips, his hands moving to cup my face as he kissed me with an intensity that took my breath away. There was a desperation in the way he held me, as if he was afraid that I might slip away at any given moment.
As the kiss deepened, I felt the last remnants of my fear drain away, replaced by a fiery need that burned through me, igniting every nerve simmering in my body.
“I need you, Hades,” I whispered against his lips, trembling with both desire and the lingering fear of how close I had come to losing him. “I need you more than ever.”
He responded by pulling me even tighter against him, his lips moving with a hunger that matched my own.
I tugged at his clothes, my fingers shaking with urgency as I tried to get closer, to feel his skin against mine. Hades growled low in his throat, his own hands just as frantic as he tore away the barriers between us. His lips never left mine, the kiss deepening, growing hungrier, as if we could devour each other all at once.
“I’m here, my sweet Aria,” Hades whispered against my mouth, his voice rough with emotion, his hands gripping my hips as if he was afraid that I might disappear.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I pressed myself closer to him. There was no space between us, no hesitation, just pure, raw need that had been building for far too long.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, our bodies sinking to the altar in a tangle of limbs and desperation. The stone beneath us was cold, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way he made me feel—alive, cherished, and completely consumed by the force of his love.
“Hades,” I breathed, trembling with the sheer intensity of the moment. “I’m yours.”
I meant every word. I was his. I belonged to him, body, mind, heart, and soul.
His grip tightened around me, his hands possessive as they moved over my skin, as if he couldn’t get enough of me, couldn’t pull me close enough. His mouth was relentless, trailing hot kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and my shoulder and the gentle curve of my breast. I arched into him, my body responding instinctively to his every touch, the heat between us rising to a fever pitch.
“I need every part of you, Aria. I need to feel you, taste you, make you mine in every possible way,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough, filled with a raw intensity that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
“Take me. I’m yours, completely,” I whispered, shivering with the weight of the moment.
He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, sending a shockwave of desire straight to my core. In an instant, he had me beneath him, his body pressing down on mine, every inch of him warm and solid against me. His eyes, dark and filledwith a hunger that mirrored my own, locked onto mine, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he captured my lips in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, his tongue teasing mine, coaxing me into a rhythm that left me breathless.
“Hades,” I breathed as I felt him press against me, the heat of him sending a thrill of anticipation through my entire being. “I love you.”
His eyes softened for just a moment, the darkness in them replaced by a warmth that made my heart swell. “I love you too, Aria,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “More than you’ll ever know.”
And then he was kissing me again, his lips capturing mine with a desperate, consuming need that made everything else fall away. Soon enough, the tender connection between us transformed into something wilder, more primal. The raw intensity between us took over, the need for each other becoming all that existed in that moment.
“Turn over. On your belly, little thief,” he demanded, and my breath caught in my throat.
He couldn’t mean to… to fuck me there, could he?
“But—” I began.
His dark chuckle cut me off, the sound rumbling through me as if he could read my thoughts. He pressed a finger to my lips, his touch gentle, but his eyes were filled with a wicked intent.
Without a word, he rolled me onto my stomach, his hands sliding over the curves of my body with a possessive reverence.
“Last time, I claimed that tight little pussy with my cock. This time, I’m going to take this perfect little ass,” he growled.
