Page 95 of Hell On Earth
“Then stop speaking. Each word you utter fans the flames of my desire to possess you in every way possible.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up and go to sleep?”
The way he looked at me like he knew it was a trap to agree was hilarious. I kissed the tip of his nose.
“Good night, Hades.”
Closing my eyes again, I snuggled against him and didn’t say anything else. His fingers stroked my back through my shirt, and I slowly drifted off.
Thoughts of Hades followed me into my dreams and stayed with me until I woke again.
The bright sunlight filling the room had me smiling and stretching. I opened my mouth to say his name but debated using the bathroom first. Then, I realized he was probably watching me now and would likely watch me in the bathroom too.
“Hades.”
He appeared in the bed next to me and immediately leaned in for a kiss. He got my palm.
“Give me three minutes,” I said. “Then I’m yours.”
For a change, I was faster and slid from the bed before he could grab me. I laughed all the way to the bathroom.
“I dislike doors,” he said from the other side.
“I know you do,” I called. “But I like privacy sometimes, and you like me enough to give me what I want. Why don’t you spend the next three minutes thinking about what you want me to make you for breakfast instead of hovering on the other side of the bathroom door?”
He grumped a little and then fell silent, allowing me the time I needed.
Several minutes later, I reemerged and saw him lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. As he turned to look at me, I took a running start to dive at him. His shocked expression as he caught me was everything, and I laughed as I kissed him. My humor faded in the face of the intensity with which he returned it.
I tore my mouth from his.
“I want to make you food.”
“You said you would make me whatever I wanted to eat,” he said, flipping us so I was on my back. “There is only one thing I crave.”
I couldn’t stop him, and I didn’t want to. Breathing his name as he feasted ensured he stayed right where he was until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from me.
“I was hoping you would kick me away again,” he said when I only twitched after a kiss to his very favorite and extremely overstimulated treasure.
“Can’t. No energy. Someone forgot the human needs food first thing in the morning.”
He slid up my body and held my gaze.
“Are you attempting to provoke my guilt?” he asked.
I slowly smiled. “Is it working?”
“Yes, and it makes me uncomfortable.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” I said, reaching up to smooth back his wild hair. “I wouldn’t dream of making you uncomfortable.” I trailed my hands down his chest and ran my fingers along the waist of his jeans.
“And now you seek to drive me mad with wanting?”
I leaned up to nip his neck and give him a hickey. He groaned.
“I think that’s working too. Is this uncomfortable too? Should it stop?”
“Deviant. Seductress.”
