Tonight. Tonight, he would claim me, he would devour me in pleasures of the flesh as a man and a woman. He had acknowledged my love confirming his in return. My insides ached with pleasant heat that seemed to center in my core. It had been a gamble, but well worth it.
I groaned wrapping myself in his sheets, clutching his pillow, inhaling his scent from the night before. Zeus, himself, had witnessed my love's vow. He couldn't deny me, Hades would not allow him. Hades was mine.
"Love." I giggled, rolling again. I could barely contain myself, anticipating the sweet pleasure he would bring me. To think earlier I had been so furious, so enraged.
He had brought me here, had kissed me, had talked so passionatly to me, then denied me. He'd kept his food from me so that I could still be sent above, he'd failed to kiss me when my lips pouted for his touch, and he'd went as far as to ignore my simple flirts. I had been so angry earlier, but the look he'd had with ambrosia dripping from his hair had been absolutly precious. He had not been angry, more amused than anything.
I giggled, I would cover him in ambrosia then lick every inch of his beautiful pale skin. I would give him my all, deny him nothing, if only he would love me. He could have my heart, my soul, he could have me anywhere, anytime, any way, and I would deny him nothing. I would give him everything in my limited power, in my love. I would strive to make him happy, to learn how to please him.
With thoughts of the flesh dancing through my blood, my eyes finally drifted shut in sweet erotic dreams of my handsome soon to be lover.