Page 96 of Hell On Earth
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled again so I was on top. Straddling his hips, I sat up and rocked against him.
“What else do you want to call me?” I asked.
“Mine,” he said. “Just mine.”
I gave him another love mark just above his heart for that one.
“So are you going to let me cook for you this morning, or are you going to keep me in this room forever?”
“Both are tempting options. I’m struggling to choose.”
I helped him decide by playfully pinning his hands over his head and bolting from the bed. It didn’t matter that he let me escape to the bathroom again. It was still fun feeling his fingers brush against my back as he tried to “catch” me.
After I showered alone, I walked out with a towel covering me. Hades made a face at it, and it disappeared. I made a face at him.
“You can’t just get rid of stuff you don’t like.”
“I wish I could,” he said mulishly. “Then Thanatos and Adira would be gone, and I would be free to take you wherever you pleased.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Today is about doing things that please you. Did you have a fun morning so far?”
“Very.”
“Good. Now you can choose what I wear as long as I’m appropriately covered.”
He tilted his head at me, his gaze sweeping me from head to foot before a very skimpy pair of shorts and barely there crop top covered me. No undergarments.
I held my arms out and did a slow turn, feeling the cheeky cut of the shorts as I moved.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
His answer was to pin me to a wall and kiss the daylights out of me again. My stomach growled, and he set his hunger aside for mine.
We left the room together, and I loved the feel of his fingers intertwined with mine.
“Did you decide what food you wanted?”
“All the foods you know are new to me. So I will happily accept anything you make,” he said.
“Good morning!” Zotera called cheerily when we entered the kitchen. She was already at the stove.
“What are you making?” I asked.
“Spinach and mushroom omelettes with feta. They should be done in a minute.”
“They smell great, and I definitely want one,” I said. “Mind if I make us some pancakes to go with it?”
She made room for me and watched me whip up the batter from scratch.
“The key is just a tablespoon of sugar,” I said. “That, along with an unhealthy slathering of butter and syrup, is heaven.”
Hades leaned against the counter, watching me raptly. I flashed him a smile as the first few pancakes browned. He created a gold platter out of thin air for me to use for the first batch and carried it to the table. Zotera set everything and had our omelettes done by the time I finished.
I buttered a pancake for Hades and poured syrup over the top. Then I cut a bite and held out the fork for him.
“Give it a try,” I said.
He took the bite and chewed thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving mine. I purposely cut another bite from the pancake and ate it with the same fork.
