The bright morning light streaming in through the curtains awoke Hades early Wednesday morning. He looked down at the women wrapped in the sheets tucked right next to his body and smiled. He felt content; he did not want to get up and ruin the feeling of her supple body next to his own. He stroked from her shoulder down to her wrist, marveling at her trim frame, but firm arms. He knew she could pack a punch if she’d wanted to. Both times he’d startled her, she’d surprised him at the strength in her arms when she had grabbed him. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. He wanted her and wasn’t ashamed to wake her up to satisfy his hunger for her. He tenderly kissed from her fingertips up to her shoulder and then nip at her neck, slowly waking her up.
Lilia
