The restful sleep was serene and peaceful, without nightmares or frights. The Goddess awoke with a sensation in her body that she no longer remembered; the feeling of calm and rest, sleeping until her heart told her enough. Turning slowly to smile at her guardian night, she found nothing but that emptiness proper of her big bed. For a few seconds she wondered if his embrace during the chill night was nothing but a peaceful dream, but the doubts quickly disappeared when she noticed his smell al over the bed. Unconsciously, she reached for the white pillow next to her and drew it to her to sink her face into it and inhale searching, yearning for Hades' scent, his warmth, recreating the sensation of his arms as she felt his body, his hands caressing her hair as she buried her face on his neck during the night.
"Good morning, sleepy Queen." Hades said smiling maliciously when he noticed she jumped from the bed because of his voice.
"Stop doing that!" She exclaimed, feeling embarrassed and exposed while Hades appeared next to the window.
"Excuse me." He mused. "I did not want to interrupt your sleep." He smirked at her; his arms casually crossed on his chest. Noticing that her natural smile returned to her face, he added. "Are you hungry?"
On her bedroom desk appeared a generous assortment of fruits of all tastes, breads of all kinds accompanying different liquids of striking colours. They sat down and enjoyed the first meal of the day together; Hades immaculate and attractive as always, while she, without realizing it, looked messy, her eyes still swollen from sleeping many hours, wavy hair undone falling on her bronzed shoulders.
"I haven't slept so well in years." She suddenly said, making Hades stopped eating. He finished swallowing the grapes he was eating and drew that smile she liked so much.
"I hope it was the company." He replied, looking intently at her sleepy eyes. She smiled him back, not articulating a word, but making her response evident through her brilliant smile.
The whole day was spent in discussing and negotiating the fate of the souls who entered the Underworld. Hades showed Persephone his daily obligations and duties, what facts and circumstances he had to take into account in making decisions, the importance of being fair and firm in making a judgment, the possible injustices that could occur, the obligatory objectivity of that task.
In the evening, they shared the time of day that had become the Goddess's favourite; the endless conversations with her husband under the porch of the magnificent garden Hades had decorated in her honour. That night, a soft, cold mist fell slowly, suspended in the air like bright dust, which remained on the garments of the dress, pearly as dew.
As the King of the Underworld accompanied her wife back to her chamber, a smile grew under Persephone's nose, eager to left behind that desperate feeling of loneliness she felt every night she spent alone in her room, happy to be able to share another moment of intimacy with her King. But despite her longing, Hades escorted her to her room, standing right on the door frame, giving her a space she didn't need right now. He took her hand gently, kissed her forehead with his soft lips and wished her a good night.
Alone in her chamber, Persephone's mind was running in circles. Why doesn't he want to stay with me tonight? Or even try it? They had only spent one night together, but for her, yesterday's night had been magical, healing. Without him by her side, the room became extremely big and empty.
Sitting on her bed, she sighed in frustration, closing her eyes. She knew what she wanted to do, what she had to do, she knew it perfectly. She realized how brilliant he was; he set the rules and it was not a game, it was much more. He would not settle for less, and she was torn between a million of doubts. Persephone stood up abruptly, opened the door of her chamber, and began to walk down the corridor with determined steps in one direction.
Once in front of her destination, a sea of doubts invaded her body. Eternal seconds passed, a fierce and intense struggle within her, even though there was a clear winner, the young Goddess stood upright waiting for her own body to react. Finally, Persephone's hand rose to delicately knock the door, filled with determination and repentance in equal parts, and waited with bated breath, trying to calm the anxiety that threatened to completely dominate her. Heavy footsteps were heard inside the room, getting louder as they approached the door. Hades appeared; he had changed his usual black tunic and cloak for a much more modest and comfortable one, giving him a casual look; barefoot and messy hair falling onto his forehead.
Hades looked at her, surprised, trying to read her mind. Persephone slightly opened her mouth to say something, she felt the words tense inside her mouth, ready to come out, but instead, she smiled at him and entered the room leaving Hades at the door. While she entered, Hades smiled for himself as if he had won a victory.
Closing the door slowly, thinking what to say, Hades looked at her. She was standing in front of the window, turning her back on his, her gaze lost, as if she was looking for a point to lean on. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Hades asked, his voice deep and masculine. It wasn't a reproach, it wasn't even a question at all, his tone had the seduction of an invitation and the freshness of a game.
Persephone's green eyes looked at him briefly only to look out the window again. She didn't know what to say. Nor was she herself fully aware of what she was doing there. She was ashamed to admit what was going through her head. Her whole body was shaking. What am I doing here? She asked herself although she knew the answer. Distracted as she was with her own thoughts and dealing with her nervous state, thought, she didn't notice Hades presence behind her until he cautiously trapped her in his muscular arms, holding her as if that instant could vanish at any time.
"You are cold." He whispered. Feeling his breath behind her neck, her heart began to beat so hard that Persephone thought it would come out of her chest. Her breathing became quick and dry as she felt the cold hands of Hades around him. Despite having his hands frozen, his contact inflamed her body with an invisible fire that alerted all the tissues of her nervous system. His breath burned on her skin and the evidence of his closeness ignited her desire in the deepest.
"So long I have yearned for you, Persephone." He muttered, his breath striking over her skin with warmth. "Desired you…" he purred. Caressing her belly, Hades kissed her shoulder, gently waiting a second between every touch, letting his breath accompany that sweet journey, recoiling her tender skin. A gasp escaped her when Hades reached her neck, lifting her arm to gently stroke his hair with her hand, encouraging him to continue with that pleasant route, reaching for him.
There was something haunting in his voice. It evoked the marked pattern of his lips, his moist, fleshy mouth and that small smile of his that always managed to puzzle her. She felt the growing tension seizing the muscles of her back, running through her nerves like rays that were concentrated on the tips of her fingers, producing the strange sensation that at any moment they would break under her nails to let out that pressing energy. Her stomach clenched, her mouth dry, and the air in Hades quarters seemed insufficient to her lungs.
Persephone turned to look him directly in the eye. He didn't say anything, he stared at her as if he could see right through her, with that shy smile that she had discovered he only showed to her. She didn't say anything either, but she raised a hand to touch his mouth with her fingers, which she found soft and warm as if the corner of his lips had become her goal, her destiny; the only place where it was possible to go. The scent of his skin and the almost feverish glow of his blue eyes caught her.
He held her hand in his as if he feared losing the link between them. Halted before him, her fingers still on his lips, she waited a few seconds as she tried to put two meaningful words together in her mind. But she knew she couldn't say anything anymore. Persephone removed her hand from his mouth and looked into his eyes, which returned the same look, the same fear, the same vertigo. She stepped forward boldly and joined his skin, melting trembling, draping her arms over his shoulders, as Hades, eyes closed, embraced her again. She raised her eyes, looked at him and knew she could love him.
Standing before her, Hades watched her with those blue eyes that had hypnotized her from the very first day she saw them. She looked at him too, seized by the great angst that grew in her chest, gripping her with a new anguish. She touched him with shivering hands, with the modesty of recognizing herself before him, of knowing that if she was there it was because for the first time in her life, she could truly undress herself before someone, and with the certainty that when she would do it she would saw herself reflected in him.
Persephone tilted her head up and kissed him, her lips tracing his, feeling them. She pressed herself against him as much as she could. Their breaths clashed between kisses, demanding more. Delicately, the two fell into Hades' bed as if they were falling into a dream, embracing each other. Slowly, they removed their clothes, revealing their bodies. Closer, closer. Skin on skin, with nothing between them. She breathed in the warmth of his skin and wanted him, wanted him as someone who seeks the impossible. She felt his lips kissing her neck, they burned in a slow and wet advance, like lava spilling from the crater of a volcano. Each nerve struggled furiously between pleasure and fear, asking for more, wishing for more, bristling the hair on the nape of her neck.
The young Goddess was lost in the pace and passion that was completely foreign to her. She was discovering her own body along with him, every part of her he touched, every flesh he pleased. Inexperienced as she was, she did not know what to say or what to do, feeling a little bit out of place because of her inexperience. But with every kiss, every touch, every word her husband was professing to her, she realized she did not have to know anything but him.
The bloom of desire in her stomach was increasing, her name passing his lips lustfully while he wandered all Persephone's body, contracting the skin of her nipples, burning between her legs. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to his kisses, to the urgency of his hands, realizing how much she liked it, the way he covered everything, making nothing else matter when she was in his arms.
His lips tracer her collarbone while her hands explored him, touching his rounded shoulders, his muscular arms, feeling his toned muscle flexing and ripping beneath thick skin. Hades paused for a moment, admiring his wife. Her perfect body around his arms, her voice moaning with every touch he made. How perfect she was. He could not believe how things were going on between them. A month ago, they were two perfect strangers, and now, two perfect lovers.
She moved against him, touching his skin, caressing his chest and back, pressing her fingers on his hard skin. "Hades…" She murmured, looking now at him, accommodating at him as the situation advanced, talking with their eyes, no words were needed.
On top of her, Persephone's ready legs parted for welcoming his entrance. Gently, he thrust lightly inside of her; while she winced, bracing herself, and though it was uncomfortable the first time he came in, as he pushed in, no real pain came of it. He moved slowly and gently inside of her, in and out, savouring the feeling. Her slender fingers brushed affectionately across his abdomen, adjusting at his husband movements. Synchronizing better and better as the situation progressed, Persephone captured his face with both hands, hungrily demanding his mouth.
Being inside her was torturous and intense. He knew that he had never wanted anyone before, that he had never experienced the agony of longing for her flesh, her saliva, her sweat. That he had never experienced the ambition of a body, of the skin, the tongue, the sex. He knew that he had never coveted a woman's bones, flesh, or teeth before.
Hades shifted, breaking their kiss and turning his head to taste her neck and her breasts while the movements increased, driving her deeper and faster, the slip moving easily in his wake, freed by her arching spine. He wanted that moment to never end, to last forever, to prolongate that inexplicable pleasure, but with her body demanding all of him and the passionate look on her wife's face, he knew that he wasn't able to held back any longer.
Persephone's legs lifted, wrapping around him as the movements augmented, matching his pace and moving against him to intensify the sensation. Her ragged gasps were transformed into breathy pleas, his name slipping from her mouth next to his ear. The way she was begging to him was enough; he realized that she truly wanted him, and with that realization he knew that he lost the battle. Pushing her harder and deeper, her fingers twisted forcefully into his back as it finally hit her, that wave of warmth and ecstasy. Their bodies writhed against each other; the culmination of mutual desire.
The fire spilling inside him in a delayed and desired ecstasy until verging on madness, a million nerve endings screaming raw. And the silence afterwards, which leaves the bodies exhausted, the mind consumed, the hunger asleep, satiated for a time that is expected to be short.
Notes:
Bohhhhh finally! I wanted this slow burn relationship to last longer, but... I cant'! sorry not sorry ^^
I was dying to write this chapter. You know what? It's the first time I've written a sex scene, it's been very hard for me sometimes to find the right vocabulary ... I hope I did it well! I want your opinions! Send me your thoughts please, I want to know if you are enjoying this love story as much as I am enjoying writing it :)
As always, be safe!
