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His gaze took on an awkward edge and he tried to look away from her, and she didn’t want him to apologise for what he had done, or feel he had done something wrong by taking her in the way he had.

She loved his passion and his ferocity.

It matched her own.

She had always thought herself timid, but Hades had shown her that she wasn’t. He had awakened a passion in her that was wild and fierce, and demanding. A passion that already wanted him again, and wanted him to be just as rough as he had been their first time.

He didn’t look ready to hear that, so she settled on teasing him to lighten the mood instead.

“You were right,” she said, still a little out of breath.

He frowned and met her gaze again. “About what?”

She smiled naughtily.

“I do feel better for my ride.”

Hades grinned, stealing her heart with how gorgeous he was when he unleashed a smile, and claimed her lips in another toe-curling, searing kiss.

One that said they were far from done.

Chapter 28

Hades rested on his side on his bed, his head propped up on his right hand and his gaze fixed on Persephone where she slept facing him, her naked curves tucked beneath the black sheets. Despite how exhausted he was, his mind churned too quickly for him to find sleep as she had, his thoughts locked on his love as fiercely as his gaze was.

She was all he was aware of, the world narrowed down to her.

He lifted his left hand and ghosted it over her bare arm, the temptation to touch her great but not as strong as his desire to let her sleep and recover. The darkness that had awoken within him the moment he had realised she was untouched, and that she had given him something precious, continued to hold him in its grip, and he wasn’t sure it would ever release him. The knowledge that he was the only male her body had ever known had a deep possessiveness flowing in his veins, a powerful and consuming desire to hide her from the world and keep her to himself.

She was his.

Only his.

And the Fates help anyone who tried to take her from him.

His gaze drifted over her, an ache to be inside her swelling within him again. He wanted to sink into her wet heat and pleasure her for hours, ruining her to all other males so she would only ever want him.

As he only ever wanted her.

No other female would be enough for him now. No other female would rouse his desire. Only her. He might have claimed her, but she had claimed him too. She had branded her name on his heart, his body and his soul, securing it as hers.

Only hers.

He drank his fill of her, unable to stop thinking about how tightly she had gloved him, or how she had come alive in his arms, and how much pleasure he had felt when she had broken apart, her climax shaking his world and altering something fundamental inside him. He had craved her before, but not like this.

He would go to war for just a taste of her lips.

The urge to wake her so he could have her again was strong, but fear held it in check.

Fear that she would have closed herself off again and view what she had done as a mistake and deny him.

Or say that she didn’t want him.

Hades frowned as he studied her soft features, troubled by the incredible thing that had happened when she had found her first release, something he had concealed from her by keeping her shrouded in his shadows while he had dressed and tucked her against his side as he had turned the chariot around and driven them out of the cavern.

Hundreds of glowing blue flowers had erupted from the black earth around them.

No matter what he did, her powers kept rising to the surface, to within her reach.

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