Page 57 of Hades

Looking over at the front door, I remember him telling me I couldn’t come in, and when I asked why, he knelt and held the ring.“Because only the woman who’s going to be my wife can enter.”

“What are you remembering?” Hades asks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet startling me out of my memory.

“The fact that you haven’t fixed the door and the gouge in the floor will just get worse,” I snicker.

Hades narrows his eyes at me. “That smile says it’s not about the floor. But if you want it fixed…”

“No don’t!” I yell before he can poof the deep scratch out of the wooden floor. “Leave it. It gives the floor character.”

“Umm hmm. So what were you really thinking?”

“I was remembering the day you asked me to be your wife,” I respond, though my voice is heavy with sadness despite the happy memory.

“You don’t sound very happy about that.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that I wasn’t happy, or rather, I’m not happy,” I admit, trying to get the words out as fast as I can. “It’s just that all the wonderful memories in this place feel like they belong to someone else, and I’m just observing them. Does that make any sense? It’s like, I know that it was me, but at the same time, it wasn’t me.” I’m rambling, I know. But the feeling that everything I’m now remembering happened to a different Aradia is almost overwhelming.

“Maybe relaxing in a bath will help. I’m sure everything you’re feeling is… mind-boggling, and I don’t know how to help you except to be here for you.”

“Do you think I’ll ever remember Paris?” I ask, because ever since I was a child, I wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. Maybe it was some long-buried memory still hanging on, sunken so deeply in my subconscious, no one would ever be able to find it.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll only remember the time before she banished us, since …” his words trickle off as if he’s lost in thought.

“Since what?”

He hesitates, as if whatever he’s thinking is so bad, he doesn’t want to say. “Since all the other memories were made when you were… human.”

I never thought about the fact that I was ever anything but human. But the fact that my mother is a goddess and my father is a god doesn’t exactly make me human.

“How do we know I’m not still human? I mean, can I do anything godly, like turn water into wine or something? Because that would come in handy,” I joke. But in all seriousness, can I do anything? What’s the point of being a goddess if I can’t do anything? “You made this entire place, and I can’t even get myself from California to Boston without getting kidnapped,” I state, feeling less god-like by the minute.

Hades comes over and holds out his hand. “Let’s continue this conversation in a hot bath. It’ll help you relax,” he adds as he gives me a wink, and I feel it will be anything but relaxing.

Placing my hand in his and removing Argos’ head from my lap, I follow Hades down the hall and into the bathroom. I must not have noticed the enormous tub or the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the lake the last time I was here. Regardless, it’s a beautiful set-up, and the water looks warm and inviting.

“Did you just do this?” I ask, and Hades gives me an innocent shrug.

“Arms up,” he whispers before gripping the hem of my stolen t-shirt and lifting it over my head.

Despite the steam rising from the tub, the air has a bit of a chill, and I can feel my nipples harden as a shiver cascades down my body. Silently, Hades leads me over to the tub and guides me into the warm water while holding one hand. It’s perfect, the scent of lavender and jasmine hanging in the air, rising up with the steam. I let out a moan of satisfaction as I sink in and let the feeling of contentment wash over me as I lay back and gaze up at Hades.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask, and Hades stands there, smiling down at me. I’m about to ask again when he slowly unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to the floor. Seeing him naked has me squeezing my legs together to help alleviate some of the throbbing between them. It does nothing but make the feeling more intense. The soreness from last night is nothing but an afterthought as he approaches.

I watch his every move as he steps into the tub and slides into the water. He crooks his finger at me to come closer, and I don’t hesitate to go into the deep end with him. Sliding between his outstretched legs, the water spills over the tub’s edge.

I place my hands on his thighs for support, my legs outstretched behind me as I play coy to what he wants. He crooks his finger again as he stares into my eyes.

“Come up here,” he demands, and I’m happy to obey.

Rising up, I place my hands on his shoulders for leverage as I straddle his lap and wrap my legs around his waist. His cock nudges at my entrance and despite the water, slides in easily, with little resistance. When he pulls me in closer, I take his full length, and the feeling is amazing. I let out a pleasure-filled moan as my head falls back, and I take in the feeling of us together.

He’s thick and hard, and it takes my body a moment to adjust to his girth. I can feel every ridged inch of him as I slowly start to rock my hips, allowing the gentle sway of the water to move me. Hades’ hands slide along my thighs and grip my ass with such force, I know I’ll have bruises where his fingers have been. Something about him leaving a possessive mark on my skin turns me on, more than it should.

Our motion starts slowly, but each time I glide down his length, he pulls me in closer until he’s controlling my body and our speed.

Water splashes over the tub’s edge and onto the floor as we increase our rhythm. When he gives one of my nipples a playful nip with his teeth, I nearly come from the sensation.

“This is much better than a relaxing bath,” I tease as he sucks my other nipple into his mouth and gives it a nice, firm tug. The feeling goes straight to my clit, and my muscles tighten around his shaft.

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