Page 103 of All for her Forgiveness

"Your man? Yes, he is. The energy between you two is shocking, darling."

I can't deny it. There might be a lot of things wrong between me and Hades, but lack of physical attraction and sexual chemistry isn't one of them.

"There's nothing wrong with dreaming, Kennedy. I was scared too, but I found my place with Beau and the family we formed."

"I grew up hearing someone tell me that I wasn't worthy of affection and that she was doing me a favor by raising me."

"A horrible human being for sure, because you are worthy. I don't know you well, but I can see from your face that you're afraid to entrust your heart to Hades. After everything you've been through, no one could blame you, but ask yourself this: if he left your life forever . . .”

"It will never happen. Because of King."

"Forget about King for a moment. If you two didn't have a child and you told Hades that you would never forgive him, and he accepted that, would you ever be truly happy someday?"

I know the answer, but I don't have the courage to say it out loud. "Thank you, Amber. I'll think about everything you’ve said to me."

"I want you to know that regardless of Hades and Beau, I'll always be here to help you, Kennedy. I've been your age, and believe me, I've been through hell too."

I give her another kiss on the cheek and start walking towards the plane.

Ernest went ahead with King because my son is crazy about aircraft and has several toy planes, and the pilot promised to let him see the cockpit.

"You can rest during the flight if you haven't slept enough," Hades says beside me, placing his hand on the small of my back.

I jump in surprise, and I think he misunderstands because he immediately stops touching me.

It's not that his touch hurts me—quite the opposite: I can't hide the effect it has on me.

"Uh . . . thank you."

He nods as if to say "you're welcome," and I realize desolately that he's keeping his promise: not pushing himself on me.

I climb the stairs of the plane without looking ahead, distracted, and stumble, but two strong hands catch me by the waist, and he whispers in my ear. "Careful."

I turn around, my heart racing but at the same time wanting to show him that his touch is welcome. "Maybe I did it on purpose because I wanted your hands on me."

One millisecond.

That's all it takes between my reckless provocation and Hades pulling me against his body.

"Don't tempt me, Kennedy. My hunger for you is nowhere near satisfied yet," he says, biting my ear and then sucking on the flesh. "I've tried to respect your space as you asked because what I want is not just a night or a week but a lifetime with you. I'm controlling myself, but I'm not made of iron. The limousine is still on the landing strip, and my willpower is hanging by a thread. I just need a 'yes' from you to take you back to the car and give us both what we want. A quickie with you on top of me while I make you ride my cock hard."

I open my mouth to say he can do whatever he wants with me because what he said made me wish for every second of it. My body is melting.

He turns me to face him, and my knees go weak from the way he looks at me.

It's as if I'm his world, the center of his universe.

Hades leans down and brushes my lips with his, and only when I part them for him to deepen the kiss do we hear a "muah" a little above us and then Ernest's laughter.

"I think we've been caught in the act," Hades says.

"We should go upstairs," I say, but not before brushing my body against his.

He follows me closely, and I don't have the courage to look back again because I know I'm teasing him.

Hades

I watch her as she dozes off with our son in her arms. King is enamored with his mother. He holds on to a strand of her hair with one hand and with the other, clings to the collar of her blouse as if he fears she'll leave him.

---