I wake feeling as though I’m suffocating from the heat that is enveloping me. I wriggle my body in an attempt to escape the heat, just to realize that the heat has a form. A male form, with arms wrapped around me, preventing me from escaping. His arms wrap around me tighter, holding me so close that I can feel every inch of him against my back. Every dip and curve of his muscles, and the growing hardness starting push into my backside. “Hades?” I whisper, starting to get uncomfortable.
No answer. I try to wriggle myself towards freedom again, and he begins to stir a bit. “Hmmm?” he groans. In his sleepy state, his hand lifts from trapping my body against his, and begins to explore. He starts on my stomach, slowly inching his way down. Every muscle in my abdomen tightens and quivers under his gentle touch. In the back of my mind I wonder if he’s awake at all, but the thought doesn’t stay long as he continues moving lower, and lower. It doesn’t take him long to reach the hem of the shirt that I’ve borrowed, especially since it rode up in my sleep. As he starts to pull it up, I decide it’s time to fully wake him up.
“Hades,” I say loudly. His hand continues its adventure, and I feel he shift even closer to me. “Hades, are you awake?”
“Hmmm,” he groans again. He shifts his head and starts to plant soft kisses on my shoulder, and I know that he’s awake.
“Hades, last night, you said -” I stop abruptly and gasp as his fingers skim the hair between my legs. The feeling shoots electricity straight to my core, and I’m brought right back to the state of need I was in last night.
“Shhh. I said I wanted to make our first time special. This is different. This can just be about me showing you how it can feel, showing you pleasure. Have you ever felt this kind of pleasure before, Persephone?” His voice is low and husky, filled with the grogginess of sleep and pure lust. It’s a deadly combination that sends my hormones into overdrive. I whimper in response to his question. “Let me do this for you,” he whispers against my neck.
I throw my head back into him, arching my neck for better access. He nips at the sensitive skin as his fingers cross the last few inches through my hair and slip into me. He finds my sensitive spot immediately and begins to lazily circle his way around it, clearly in no hurry. My breathing quickens at the contact, and I feel like I’m going to explode. After only a few seconds, his finger dip even lower until there’s one at my entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he dips one in, making sure to let me acclimate to the new sensation.
“You want this, don’t you? You’re so ready,” he pants against my ear, continuing to move his finger slowly, in and out, in and out. I moan in response to his question. Yes, I want this. I’ve wanted this since I stepped between his legs last night, and even him telling me no didn’t change that.
He pulls his finger out of me and runs it back up to my sensitive spot, continuing his lazy circles around it. “Clear your mind, Persephone. Let it go blank, and allow yourself to just feel. Feel my teeth scratching against your neck,” he nips at my neck again, and then licks the same spot. “Feel me using your own wetness to make you more sensitive. Feel the way my fingers are driving you wild, touching you in just the right place.”
My hips thrust forward, trying to find more friction, and I hear him chuckle behind me. “What do you want, Persephone? You need to tell me.” His lips move closer to my ear as he speaks, and then he begins to suck on the lobe. It’s an intense sensation that shoots straight to where his finger is circling.
“More,” I pant, not caring that I sound so needy. I feel the grin taking over his face, and I know he’s enjoying this. He moves his finger back down to my entrance and slips it inside, but this time he takes his thumb and continues the circles. The two sensations combined with him still pressed into my backside drive me wild, and I begin to quiver.
“Relax. Your body knows what it’s doing. Let it take over. Let me take you to a place you’ve never been.” He quickens his pace, and kisses another trail down my sensitive neck. “Let go, Persephone.”
At the sound of my name rolling off of his lips, my body explodes. I can feel myself gripping his finger still inside of me, clenching to keep it right where it is. His thumb continues its circles, drawing this explosive sensation out even more. Slowly, he comes to a stop and pulls his finger out of me. My entire body feels like jelly. “Good girl,” he whispers seductively.
Gods, what this man can do to me. And just like that, he rolls out of bed and begins walking to the bathroom. In order to get there, he has to walk past my side of the bed, and boy what a sight that is. While I got to feel his muscles last night, I didn’t get to step back and see them. He was made to be looked at. He must have been carved, there’s no other explanation for how he could look that perfect. His arms capture my attention the most, no wonder I feel so safe and comfortable in his embrace. They’re huge! My gaze travels to his abs, and I have to check that my mouth is closed to prevent drooling. My eyes continue their exploration, to see exactly what has been poking into my backside since I woke up. I long to walk up to him and fully reveal what’s under his clothing, put the sight of him straining against his pajama pants keeps me in place, afraid of what I might find. It was a good thing he said no last night, I don’t know that all of that would have fit in me! Just his finger felt big for this first time. Still, the sight of him pointing outwards makes me want to drag him back to bed and do something to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.
He looks over and catches me ogling him with my lip between my teeth. He smirks and walks towards me, leaning down on the bed so his face is close to mine. He places a chaste kiss on my lips, and sweetly says, “I love you. Now go back to sleep, I think you could use some more rest after that. I’m going to get in the shower and then I have some things to take care of.” And with that, he strolls into the bathroom, throwing his pajama pants out into the bedroom only a second later. He’s clearly trying to drive me wild, and he’s succeeding. Giving up, I roll over and close my eyes.
I wake sometime later feeling well rested and happy. Lying in Hades’ bed, I’m surrounded by his scent. Rolling over to get closer to the pillow he slept on last night, my cheek makes a crumpling noise, causing my eyes to shoot open. On the pillow, I find a note.
Good Morning, Beautiful.
I hope you slept well. I wish I could be there to help you wake up again. Unfortunately, I have some work that
requires my attention. Feel free to explore the castle, or, if you’re feeling lonely, you may ask one of the servants
to show you to my office, and I would be glad to have your company. There are many more books you could
explore in my office. I saw your excitement about my libraries last night.
Hades
P.S. Breakfast will be brought to you shortly after you wake up.
I put the note on the bedside table and roll back over to stretch my limbs. Couldn't staying in this bed all day be an option? My mind wanders back to the way Hades touched me this morning, the way my body responded to his commands. I'd much rather have that as an option.
Deciding that laziness isn't the best option, I climb out of bed and decide to take a quick shower to fully wake me.
Reluctantly, I pull Hades' borrowed shirt over my head, leaving me completely bare. I step into the modern, oversized shower and turn the knows until I have the perfect temperature. Everything about this place is oversized. Even Hades, with all of his large muscles, and the way he towers over me.
The only soaps I find are for men. I'll have to talk to Hades about that if I decide to stay for a while. I opt out of using his shampoo and conditioner in one, hoping to get something much better by tomorrow. I can go a little while without washing my hair. I pick up his body wash and smell it. Mmmm, wood and sea salt. A combination I never would have thought of myself, but it smells amazing. I squirt some into my palm and lather my body with it, relaxing as the scent of Hades surrounds me.
I finish my shower quickly, getting anxious to see him. Wrapping myself in towels, I walk back into the bedroom in search of clothes. I don't have any of my own clothes here, so I'll have to go searching through his for something suitable in the meantime.
I pick the first closet door I see and swing it open. Instantly, I'm not back in shock. These aren't Hades clothes. These are a woman's clothes. These are my clothes. How are my clothes here?
I notice my favorite white dress I like to wear to official Olympian parties, the green dress with flowers I wore on one of my dates with Hades that he absolutely adored, and many others I've worn and cherished over the years. On the other side of the closet I see my relaxed clothing, all of my pants, shorts, and long skirts, along with t-shirts, tank tops, and sweatshirts.
I search the drawers and sure enough I find all of my own underwear. I quickly picked some out and put it on, and then walk over to my casual clothing. I pick out a white sweater that's large enough to be comfortable but small enough to still look cute on me, and black pants. I also notice all of my shoes at the back of the closet, and I choose a pair of black boots.
By the time I've finished dressing and walk back out into the bedroom, I see a tray full of breakfast items on the desk. I scan over its contents and decide to eat the blueberry oatmeal and a piece of toast.
I didn't realize how hungry I was until I start eating. Thinking about it, my last true meal was the picnic with Hades. I didn't eat much of the snacks he left by my bath last night, opting for the wine instead. My stomach is not happy about this.
I eat the food faster than I should, glad I'm eating privately instead of someone else being able to see how unladylike I am being. Pushing it to the side, I make my way out of the room with one destination in mind. Hades. I need to know why and how all of my clothing is in that closet. I never agreed to move in here, not that I would have said no. I just want to be asked.
Using my irritation as fuel, I walk purposely through halls, not even thinking about the fact that I don't know where I am, and I only got a brief tour of a section of the castle last night. None of which included Hades' office. Eventually, I end up in halls that don't look remotely familiar, and I admit defeat. The only problem is, even though I admit I have no idea how to get to his office, I also have no idea how to get back to his room.
I stand in the hall thinking about my options for a moment. I could continue wandering around, hoping I find something familiar. I could try to retrace the steps I can remember and make it back to his room. Or I can wander around looking for someone familiar with the castle. None of these options sound appealing, and two of then are sure to get me more lost than I already am.
Just then, someone turns into the hall. A tall woman with straight, jet black hair, dressed in all black like Hades and wearing killer heels that I would most likely break an ankle in. She's looking at papers in her hand and seems intently focused on them, but glancing up to check where she's walking and spots me in the process. I see confusion cross her features, but she doesn't say anything.
"Hi," I decide to start the conversation, "Um, I'm a little lost. I was trying to find Hades' office. Could you point me in the direction I should go?"
She looks me up and down and is silent for a moment. "Who are you?" She finally asks.
"Oh, I'm Persephone. Hades told me to come to his office when I woke up." I feel silly as I realize that this would have been helpful information to start off with so she didn't think I was just some random girl trying to find Hades.
Her mood instantly changes, and a smile crosses her face. "Ah, so you're the girl that's completely changed him. Come, you almost made it there, it's just right up this hall. I'm Hecate, by the way." She holds out her hand for me to shake, and I take it.
Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, is someone that most fear. She's known to be easily angered, and always gets revenge for those that have wronged her. She's known as a cold, ruthless goddess that lives in the Underworld. I'll have to be sure I'm always on my best behavior around her.
She leads me down the hallway and to a closed door. I can hear voices on the other side. Who's in there with Hades? I don't want to interrupt anything important. "Here we are," Hecate says with a flourish of her arm. "He shouldn't be too busy, and he already told you to come, so you can just go right in."
Stealing myself, I open the door and take in the scene in front of me. Tall, strong Hades relaxed in an office chair behind his desk. And Minthe, sitting on the desk right in front of him, bent down no doubt to show off her breasts, and very much in his personal space. Hades doesn't seem bothered by this at all, that is until he sees me standing in the doorway. I wouldn't be surprised if steam were coming out of my ears.
Slowly, Minthe turns her head to look at me, the ugliest scowl painted on her face and directed at me. "You're interrupting." She doesn't even sound slightly ashamed of the situation. I turn to leave them to it.
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