I sighed, I couldn't eat, he couldn't look at me, and our last meal together was overall a very sad affair. He looked grim, his jaw set, his eyes hardened never leaving some point he chosen before him.
It wasn't fair! He had as much power as Zeus, he deserved to be just as happy! He deserved more than me, maybe he'd find someone else. Aphrodite, maybe, she was a beautiful woman. Most thought she was ignorant, but I knew for a fact she had a brilliant mind that she hid well. I'd seen it often, maybe in time he would too.
My chest felt heavy and a sob caught in my throat before I could catch it. He heard, but made no move other than to tighten his hands into white knuckled fists. I shouldn't have to give him up! He shouldn't have to make me leave!
I stood slowly, steadying myself with hands on the table. I shut my eyes taking a deep breath, then before civil thought could stop me, I threw everything I could get my hands on. Bowls, plates, wine, food, everything bounced off the walls as I unleashed my frustration. He sat there, finally looking at me, watching me. I looked at him, breathing hard. He cocked a brow in amusement.
I wanted to slap him, to blame him, but it was no more his fault than my own. "It's not fair!" I screamed, starting to sob again. I fell on my knees away from the table, hiding my face in my hands. "You bring me here, you speak of love, of commitment, then you withdraw into yourself. I finally," I hiccuped. "I finally get your attention and the 'almighty' Zeus," I spat his name. "Comes because my mother, my mama, whose supposed to love me, is terrorizing innocent people." I sobbed harder now, afraid to look at him. "It's not fair!"
I felt his arms around my shaking shoulders, his chin on my head, and I cried harder. He'd been patient, kind, even loving. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
"It's not fair, my love." He shushed, "But nothing ever is." He tugged my hand, pulling me off the floor. "You made quite the mess." he grinned, I even giggled at that. I started to apologize again, but he put his fingers to my lips, shaking his head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around me pulling me up against him.
I felt him move me in a circle and held on, letting him guide me, letting him pull me from my sad and aching reverie. We circled slowly, then it was empty under my feet and I looked down to find we were hovering over the floor, circling in our dance. I looked up into his ice blue eyes and I was stuck that I was seeing my beautiful angel. He had saved me, no matter what, he had saved me from the straight line I had been walking, I would've been miserable without him. It had all been lies, I was happy here. I smiled through my tears, it was easier to believe in my glorious sadness this was a dream and I would never wake.
He bent to whisper in my ear, "I never thought I would be honorable enough to recieve your love." I buried my head in his chest, releasing my tears. "I find loving you is a sweet madness, I cannot deny. If you are away from here, I'll feel stark cold and continue in the endlessness that I knew before." I pulled him tighter. "My memories of you will have to keep me and I'll never give those up. I could never love anyone like I love you."
"I know, I feel the same." I kissed his neck, feeling him swallow his despair, and I cried for the both of us. "Take me to bed." He eased us down gently, picking me up into his arms.
His eyes, glistened with his unshed sorrow, and I pulled his head to me. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him with every feeling, every passion, every fiber I could convey. He returned my passion just as fiercely. Pulling away, he smiled and took us to bed.
He lay me on the bed as if I'd break and I grabbed his arms. "I want you." He shook his head.
"My darling Persephone, I won't hurt you when it can never be." He ran the back of his hand across my cheek. I stood atop the bed, not much taller than him and kicked the sandals off the bed. He didn't move, his eyes followed mine, and I dared him to look away, dared him to deny me this. Then I pulled the gown off my shoulders dropping it to the bed.
His eyes wide, but they never flinched from my gaze, "I want you. I want tonight to sustain me forever, I want to make a memory that we can both look back on of our love that neither of us will regret." I said choking back my tears. He pulled my naked body to him, his lips against mine, before trailing down my neck.
"I could never regret anything with you my love." he spoke. His tears finally spilling over and I held him to my chest. "Never, my love." I pushed him down to the bed, then slowly pulled his shirt from his chest.
He was magnificent, no other word could cover it. He was toned and muscular, his skin gleamed like Posidien's finest pearl and I bent to run my tongue across it, just to prove to myself it was him. He tasted of salt and magic, something so sweet I could never describe. He threw his head back, keeping his hands to his sides. I bent then pulling his pants off. It was the first time I'd ever seen a male in glory and I was thrown off from shock. He was huge, and even though I knew how it was supposed to work, I couldn't do that. I looked back to meet his eyes, they watched me as if I'd run, in fear, in awe. I reached down and ran my hand across him. He groaned, shutting those beautiful blues, parting his lips.
This was power, this was love, and I was thrilled. I ran my hands, my tongue, my eyes over every inch of him, from the soft spot behind his ear, to the liquid that seeped from his manhood. I ran my tongue around his tip and he nearly came off the bed with a growl, and every so gentle I laid my hand against his chest pushing him back down. Taking it in both my hands I caressed him, teased him, I pinched the head, rolled the balls, I ran my tongue over it all. It seemed I could not discover enough of his foreign physique. It was gorgeous, I finally bent putting as much of him as I could in my mouth before clamping it in my heat and slowly sucking.
"Gods, love, please, I want you, I want to be able to control..."he fairly growled, and I released him moving up his side to study his face.
"Did you not like it?" I questioned, for I knew I'd been rather rough, I was trying to memorize every bit of him and I wanted to know how it felt.
"I love every single thing you do to me." He said looking at me through hooded eyes, "Even when you drive me mad."
"I drive you mad?" I giggled. He leaned up kissing me, teasing me with his tongue. His hand pulled me against him, I felt his manhood against between us, against my leg.
He pulled away, "I'm fixing to drive you mad, my love." He gently pushed me to lie flat like I had to him. "I'm going to know every gasp, every taste, every soft touch by the time I'm through." I moaned as heat flooded my legs. He pushed himself over me kissing me, kissing my jaw, my neck. I lay my hands against his shoulders. "I'm going to taste your sweet cum, I'm going to make you beg me to take you, then I'm going to bury my cock inside your sweet warmth." I shivered with pleasure at his words as he kissed my breast. He ran his tongue across my belly, his hands caressing me everywhere.
He stopped at my hips, raising up my leg, he kissed the arch of my foot, my ankle, his tongue trailed down behind my knee, his kisses down my thigh, he stopped, breathing along that secret place that no one had ever seen let alone touched. I shivered and he chuckled, a deep manly sound. "My love, do you anticipate?" His breath heated me and I wanted whatever he would give.
"Yes." I whispered. "I want you." He bent slowly running his tongue across my nether lips. I gasped and nearly came off the bed, his hand ran up between my breasts forcing me down gently. He kissed me, then ran his tongue along me again, I moaned with pleasure, and it seemed to set him off. His tongue, his teeth, his mouth, teasing taunting my bud of pleasure, moaning into me, it felt so good, so damn good. Pressure built and built and he pulled away.
"Love your like a sweet honeydew," he ran his tongue across his lips watching me from between my legs. "I love your taste." I moaned, gripping the sheets tighter, his dark eyes never missing it. "What do you want?"
"You." I moaned. I felt on of his fingers as it slid down my moistness, softly plunging into me and I arched, he chuckled, kissing my sweetness once again. "I want you, please my love." He slid his cheek across my thigh. His finger, teased, prodded, it drew moans and pleasure from my body and I bucked beneath him. I wanted more. "Hades, my love, please." I whimpered. He crawled up to meet my eyes, I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue, but it deftly plunged as his fingers did and I bucked beneath him. My body begged for release.
He pulled away and I felt instant coldness where he wasn't touching me, "It's going to hurt love." I shook my head and felt him positioning against my opening. "I love you so much." he whispered laying gentle kisses against my eyelids, my cheeks, my lips, my neck. Then without warning he plunged all the way into me, the barrier barely slowed him, but I felt it pop, before locking my legs around his hips. I tightened around him, my arms pulling me against his chest, my legs around his waist keeping us joined. I felt a tear run down my cheek, but it wasn't so bad. I felt complete. He started to pull out, but I tightened my legs around him, leaning back to meet his eyes.
"Don't leave me." I pleaded.
He smiled, "Your mine love, forever no matter what." He watched me as he pulled out then plunged back in, I felt the pressure building again. I met his smile with one of my own and he bent to kiss me. He took me gently taking his time, finally my pressure peaked and I couldn't help begging him for more. He sped up his thrusts, gaining a little more force and it broke. My body felt like it shattered and I felt complete pleasure, there was nothing to compare. My body tightened then released, like a wall had been broken down allowing my body to finally fly to the heavens and back. When I could open my eyes, it was to my angel grinning down at me in satisfaction. "Your a screamer love." he laughed and I laughed too, it was perfect. Then he started moving again and this time we were both lost in our pleasure. He shuddered and moaned my name, and I held him.
I held him until he regained control, finally, reluctantly he pulled away. He kissed me, my hands, my cheeks. "Did I make you happy love?"
"You make me complete," I whispered, smiling. "Did I make you happy?"
"Your the other half of my soul, love. I'm lost without you." he whispered, burying his head in my hair.
"Good." I sat up to watch him, completly immodest in nude form. This was my love and he accepted all of me, there was no reason to hide, no reason to wait, he understood and loved me. "I want to do it again."
He grinned, propping his arms behind his head. "Whatever you wish my love."