Violet
I hated to admit it, but God, I’d missed this.
I missed this feeling of pleasure he gave me.
It had been weeks since that night, weeks since Hades had touched me, and still I hadn’t been able to forget. One night, and it was as if he had engraved himself into my skin, branding me, marking me as his.
I tried to convince myself that it had been a mistake. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase him.
I wanted him again.
I wanted his fingers buried inside me, his c**k pounding into me with no mercy, and no regard for anything except dragging me over the edge until I came. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but all I knew was that no other man could compare.
Only Hades could bring this out the hunger, madness, and the desperate, filthy urge to be wrecked by him.
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