Chapter 10

Hades and I walk up to the dining table and I see that there's more chocolate than before. Reyna and the other Hellhound are sniffing the food at a safe distance, except for Reyna who practically has her nose at the food. I take some pieces of banana and toss it on the floor, getting them to back away from the table.

Hades takes one chocolate and offers it to me with a slight smile. He's so gorgeous with that short black hair, roughed up stylishly, dressed in black with form fitted clothes that makes him look rich and elegant and those blue eyes that glimmer with a smile.

I fucking love him.

I take the chocolate and it's so divine; it reminds me of those Ferrero Rocher commercials where the Gods celebrated with that delicious chocolate, only it tastes like it was made by the Gods. A moan erupts in my chocolate filled mouth, making Hades grin as he watches me attentively. I meet his eyes and smile innocently.

"It's good." I say and he smiles, taking one for himself, eyeing me the whole time, making me wonder where exactly he imagined this going when he mentioned that chocolate is also known as the love drug.

Oh… chocolate and my lingerie… that's his end game.

His eyes never break away from me and I can't help but feel… titillated. I once felt sexually excited with my boyfriend years ago, but nothing compared to this. The way Hades is staring at me, the way he makes me feel… I want him. Not only is my heart racing, but another part of my female body is throbbing, feeling very titillated.

I smile seductively at Hades, taking another chocolate, gazing at him like a Hollywood starlet back in the old days.

Hades immediately had this predatory look in his eyes, grabbing my waist and closing the gap between us, bringing me in for a hungry kiss. His lips on mine sends a shiver of anticipation through my body, it was fabulous. And it gets better; he places his hands on my hips, pushing my lips, sucking them in, and then sticking his tongue in my mouth.

I rake my hands through his hair, in my glory at having my hands on him and having his body pressed up against mine.

Hades breaks our kiss and I'm a little disappointed, but the look in his eyes is intense, like this isn't over. I'm feeling excited. He takes my hand and starts walking out of the dining room, stalking down the corridor. I practically have to jog to keep at his fast pace.

As we step into the throne room, I know that Hades must have been waiting for this moment for a very long time. And I'm the lucky girl. He's so eager to make love and I can't blame him. I want it badly too, but I can understand that being with Persephone, never having the chance to sleep with her, and being alone for a long time, can have an impact on guy like Hades.

All that pent up sexual desire, ready to burst.

I am so fucking lucky.

We walk down the corridor and Hades throws the doors open with one hand, stopping by the bed and pulling me into his arms, into another fabulous kiss, his tongue in my mouth. The doors close, not allowing the Hellhounds in.

Hades places his hands on my thighs and I jerk back with surprise, having felt that through my dress as if I was no longer wearing it. I glance down, stunned to see that I'm indeed no longer wearing my dress.

I'm wearing my lingerie.

And all Hades is wearing is black silk pajama bottoms.

I look up into his eyes, seeing him smirk with glistening blue eyes, his dark hair a little everywhere after having my fingers restyling it. He looks so incredibly gorgeous with a great body tone. His muscles are so pronounced and his chest summons my hands to feel his solid six-pack.

I approach Hades, but turn my back to the bed. As I go down onto the king sized bed with red satin sheets, he follows, towering over me, intensifying that predatory look in his eyes.

This is going to be the best night I've ever had.

Hades and I lie in bed on our sides, staring at each other. I'm tracing my fingers over his chiseled chest while he's stroking my hip and thigh with his hand. It is the best night of my life, the best sex I ever had, and I've only had it with Steve so if I were him, I'd feel very insignificant.

My lingerie is a real turn-on for Hades. He got off my g-string with his teeth and, as much as he liked me in my lingerie, he prefers me out of it.

I never want to get out of this bed.

"Absolutely beautiful." He says, looking into my eyes. I smile as I stare into his chilled blue eyes. They are the most beautiful eyes I've seen, besides Aphrodite's, but I'm not sleeping with her.

"I loved every second." I say and the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk.

"I was talking about you." He says and my smile widens, his hand following the curve of my waist, up to my rib cage, slowly going back down to my thigh, like he's committing the shape of my body to memory. "I'd stay here with you forever if I could." He adds and I close the gap, my lips nearly touching his.

"Need convincing?" I ask, kissing him softly. His lips move with mine, his hand resting on my hip.

I know that, as the Lord of the Underworld, he has responsibilities, but he can stay in bed with me for at least a couple of hours more.

We part lips and stare into each other's eyes. His hand leaves my hip and moves to my cheek. I bring my leg up onto his and watch his lips twitch into a smirk.

"I haven't really answered your questions, have I?" he says and I give him a slight frown, resting my hand over his beating heart, such a soft beat. I think I've definitely got him to open his heart.

In only four days.

And got answers to any question I has asked. I don't even remember those questions.

Regardless, I can see that soft side and his vulnerabilities. He waited so long for someone to love him and probably thought that was never going to happen. Now that he has me, I know what I said to him must have hurt. He looked at me with pity, or what I thought was pity, but he probably recognized the same hurt; I was hurting like he was hurting when Persephone refused to love him and then left him.

"You did." I say reassuringly, but it's not really up to me. I can see that there's something he wants to say, something he feels he has to say.

"I love you, Leland." He says and my heart makes a flip in my chest that nearly hurt, in a good way. If feeling pain in a good way is possible. I smile and virtually climb over him, kissing his lips, cheeks, and back to his lips. I think I gave him over twenty kisses. He lets out a chuckle and when I look into his eyes, he looks happy.

I've never seen him this happy. But I bet I can break that record.

"I love you, Hades." I say, my voice as soft as silk along with the gaze in my eyes. His eyes glisten beautifully in a way I've never seen. Is this some Godly way of revealing a blissful joy? It must be because he meets my lips in a lip-locking, tongue raging kiss. His hands are at the back of my neck and on my hip. This is a kiss that shows just how much he loves me. To have someone tell him they love him is just what he was waiting for. He wasn't waiting for companionship. He wasn't waiting to make love.

He was waiting for someone to say they love him.

Hades holds me against him and we turn in bed, getting into position for another round of mind blowing sex.

I open my eyes after a very restful sleep. After more sex with Hades, I snuggled up against him, feeling his fingers stroking my cheek, going up to my temple, and then I drifted off to sleep. Now, as I stretch in bed, I can feel that I'm alone.

I twist and turn and, sure enough, Hades is gone. However, on the pillow on which I had fallen asleep on, there's a note and a red rose. I pick up the rose and bring it to my nose, then take the note, excited to read it.

I have some work to do, but I'll be back soon. I can't wait to get a few more kisses. I love you, Leland.

P.S. If you want to greet me with that little piece from last night, I won't mind.

I feel as giddy as a school girl with a note from her crush. My eyes linger on his words, making me laugh and smile. I slip out of bed, almost forgetting that I'm naked, and slip into a sexy little form fitting black dress from my wardrobe. I remember how in one second I was out of my dress and into my lingerie. Hades must have done that with his Godly power. It makes me a little envious as I struggle with the back zipper.

With that done, after a few seconds struggling, I open the door and both Hellhounds burst in, swirling around me like they missed me. I stroke both their heads and they follow me out, down the corridor.

I look at the doors and remember how Hades had locked them. He loved me then, so why did he lock the doors? I know he was having some inner turmoil; he loved me, but didn't want to let go of Persephone. He was fighting to keep things normal while wanting to welcome change.

So are the doors still locked?

I try a random doorknob and when I open it, it's a study with a nice desk in the center of the room. The nice part is the computer set up with a printer and wireless internet. I can't believe my eyes and I have to investigate. The light turns on automatically, like a motion sensor, and I look at the computer.

"This is incredible." I say, so excited that there's internet in the Underworld.

I glance around the room and see some beautiful paintings, two per wall. I go to look at them closely, starting with the closest one. It's a tree showing all four seasons along with the sky, which is beautiful. I can clearly see a signature in one corner and I'm stunned once again.

It's signed Hades.

I go to look at the other one, near the door. There are horses running through water. The brushstrokes are amazing, making the colors blend in certain parts. The details are amazing too. And, it's also signed by Hades.

I move onto the next wall, seeing a painting of flowers in a nice vase and then another of a nice little beach side villa with sail boats in the harbor. The colors are vibrant. The next wall has paintings of a full moon with a sky full of stars. The last wall has a painting of a forest with a stream, a mountain in the background. The scenery is beautiful. The last painting is of a woman turned, showing her back and keeping her face away.

I'd like to think that isn't Persephone, but the springtime flowers blooming at her feet won't let me argue that it's someone else.

I'm surprised he painted Persephone. This could have been before she left because I can't picture Hades painting her after she walked out on him. Most importantly, I'm surprised he didn't burn it.

In a way, I'm glad he didn't. Even if she is Persephone, it's still a beautiful painting.

I walk out of the room, closing the door behind me and the Hellhounds stand up, looking at me like they're glad I came out. No doubt they're expecting me to feed them from the dinner table. However, I want to explore a bit more.

I start with the first door from the bedroom. I open it and walk in, stunned with what I see.

It's a nursery.

Hades expected to have kids with Persephone? Wow, no offense to the God I love, but it's no wonder she wanted out of the Underworld. First, he kidnaps her, then he holds her against her will in his palace and then, like a terrifying cherry on top, has a nursery for their children.

She must have been terrified. I can understand and I don't blame her as much now, but I can't understand why she didn't give Hades a chance. She must have seen how he wanted a relationship with her. I can't imagine him acting like a total brute, taking her against her will. He must have tried wooing her with flowers and gifts.

But I can see how the nursery is a bit of a shocker.

However, I on the other hand, am not terrified. As I walk into the room, the light illuminating with my presence, I see a crib with teddy bears and cute pictures on the walls. There's a rocking chair in the corner with a baby blanket draped over the arm, folded nicely. By the wall across the crib is a changing table and dresser combined. Near the door, there's a little chest of baby toys, cute and noisy things to delight a baby.

As I look at the room, I can't help but think Hades was hoping to be a father, would love to be a father.

With Persephone gone and I now Hades' consort, I have to ask myself a serious question.

Would I have children with Hades?

The answer is just as exciting as asking myself that question.

Yes. Yes, I would.