Hades, as a god who’s lived so many lifetimes already that it was past the point of being criminal, liked to fu*ck his women in a certain way.
Hard.
Fast.
Maybe a few toys and definitely some bondage.
And definitely no vanilla.
It was in his opinion that s*x without any other element added to it was not to be considered fu*cking but would be undeniably categorized as ‘making love’.
Hades, God of the Underworld, had never made love to another person before. Until, calling it by his standards, Kath.
After that first joining, Hades could not get enough of her. She let him take her on his balcony, on the carpet near the fire, and gods-damn him she was even so willing to try as many positions as he could think of on his leather armchair. It was yet another piece of furniture—along with
