[ As the dress pooled around her feet upon the floor, his golden eyes seemed to flash for a heartbeat, taking in the vision standing before him.
Heels and lingerie are, decidedly, an appealing combination for attire.
His merely obeyed where she guided it, having rid himself of the glove a split second before she had taken it into hers. Wherever he felt the remnants of her suffering anger would try to flare up once more. But he quelled it with a silent vow to ease any lingering fears she might have from revealing this truth to him. With care his hand moved in slow, gentle patterns, massaging the area she had his hand pressed to. ]
Your trust in me in truly admirable; so much so that it should be rewarded.
[ Against her chest he smiled and resumed kissing it, making sure that wherever his lips felt the raised skin of a scar he would linger just a beat longer. He showed no sign of shying away from these marks. In fact, Hades was determined to overwrite them with more pleasant sensations that he knew only he could offer. All the while, the hand that was not busy before was now at home on the spot above her tailbone, holding her steady.
When he heard her ask that question he let out a breath against her warm skin, nipping at it again. He could not get enough of how she felt in his arms, beneath his lips, seeking out every small shudder and moan he could steal from her where possible. ]
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Heels and lingerie are, decidedly, an appealing combination for attire.
His merely obeyed where she guided it, having rid himself of the glove a split second before she had taken it into hers. Wherever he felt the remnants of her suffering anger would try to flare up once more. But he quelled it with a silent vow to ease any lingering fears she might have from revealing this truth to him. With care his hand moved in slow, gentle patterns, massaging the area she had his hand pressed to. ]
Your trust in me in truly admirable; so much so that it should be rewarded.
[ Against her chest he smiled and resumed kissing it, making sure that wherever his lips felt the raised skin of a scar he would linger just a beat longer. He showed no sign of shying away from these marks. In fact, Hades was determined to overwrite them with more pleasant sensations that he knew only he could offer. All the while, the hand that was not busy before was now at home on the spot above her tailbone, holding her steady.
When he heard her ask that question he let out a breath against her warm skin, nipping at it again. He could not get enough of how she felt in his arms, beneath his lips, seeking out every small shudder and moan he could steal from her where possible. ]
Whatever gave you that idea?