Diehard Desire

Regrets

Hades looked at the fidgety little minx before him and couldn't help but chuckle at her guilty expression. After watching her snooping around his office like a detective on a mission, he couldn't help but find her endearing. 

She was one of a kind.

He slowly put his hand forward, as to not startle her. Truth be told, he didn't mind her looking around his space but hoped that she just wouldn't do it in his absence. He couldn't have her find the truth about anything. Ever.

Keeping her here all these years was a precautionary measure that he had to take no matter his personal wishes. But now, now, keeping her safe wasn't his job. It was his responsibility, one that he vowed to fulfil through and through.

She shyly put her dainty fingers in his palm making him snap out of his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of possessiveness in his heart. His loins took notice of their close proximity and twitched. His nose flared as he smelled the sweet scent of her perfume.

Lavenders. Intoxicating.

Hades stepped closer and into her personal space to get another wiff of her addicting scent. The reddening of her cheeks didn't go unnoticed by him. 

All he wanted to do was pull her to his chest and cage her there forever. Her innocence was a breath of refreshment in a world where every woman he met threw themselves at him.

"You smell divine, my love." Hades whispered before he could think.

The flaming blush marring her cheeks came as a beautiful surprise and it took everything in him not to push her to the nearest surface and claim her as his forever. 

She mumbled a quick thank you and Hades found himself smiling down at her angelic features.

"How can I help you?" He said as he stepped back and saw her sigh in relief. He felt a speck of anger that she felt relieved when staying away from him.

This wouldn't work, he has to get her used to him. So used to him staying around her that she will be comfortable doing everything she does alone around him. 

She could paint her nails, apply one of those things the girls used these days on their face while sitting in his lap or in between her thighs. He would be a part of her very existence.

"Ahem, yes, the food's ready. I just came here to call you." Ivannah's voice came out breathy as if she just ran a marathon. Her heart felt like it would jump out any moment from her chest.

Yet she couldn't help but admire him as he stood before her in all his glory. As Ivannah stood before him she realised that she wasn't completely at fault for having such ghastly thoughts about him.

He was one like one of those greek gods she read about in her books. His beauty was unfathomable and could easily intimidate anyone around him. 

His tall and well-built structure and his sheer masculinity made her want to forget everything and beg for his simplest touch.

It was more than just that. It wasn't just lust and his attractive features that made her want to forget social bonds and just be as close to him as physically possible. 

She felt an unquestionable spark between them but ignored it as just a fragment of her overactive imagination.

It was forbidden.

"In that case, let's go, my love." His timbre voice broke her out of her thoughts as she stared up at him.

After a minute, neither of them broke eye contact. Ivannah stared at the abyss behind his eyes that reminded her of an evergreen forest and felt like she could look at them for the rest of eternity and never grow tired. 

Even though they lacked the warmth, his eyes held something that she couldn't put her finger on yet. After all, eyes are the window to someone's soul. But it was gone before she could understand the meaning behind them.

Mr Salvatore kept one hand gently behind Ivy's back as he guided her towards their dining space. Her senses were hyperactive as every cell in her body because aware of their close proximity.

Hades could feel the tension in her body as he led her to the grand dining hall. He slowly rubbed her back trying to soothe her. 

If any of his family or friends saw him right now they would be laughing their asses off at his expense. He couldn't care any less about them though, his sole priority was Ivannah now.

As soon as they entered the dining room Ivannah ran away from his touch and sat down in one of the chairs at the far end from the chair she knew he sat in. She held her breath as she heard him take a seat at the chair at the head of the table.

Slowly she raised her eyes to look at him across the grand dining table to find his scorching eyes already on her face. Her breath got hitched in her throat as she looked at his angry face. 

She couldn't bare to have him angry with her. Or to leave her.

Mr Salvatore slowly brought up a hand and curved his index finger in a motion of come here. 

Ivannah's eyes widened as she saw the anger in his eyes and stayed rooted in her seat. She would rather have him shout at her there than be standing right infront of him.

"Come here, Ivannah." Mr Salvatore repeated in a hard voice, void of any emotions.

Ivannah obediently scurried over to stand before him and held her breath in anticipation. Mr Salvatore slowly raised from his seat and walked around her. 

Ivannah heard the pulling of a chair behind her and turned slightly to look at his face.

"Sit." He commanded in his timbre voice. When Ivannah slowly sat down in chair and slightly turned her head to look at his face.

He was so close that she could feel his minty breath on her face as he stared into her very soul. Her own breath came out in puffs as she looked down at her lips.

"Much better." Mr Salvatore whispered in a husky voice before he stood straight again. 

Ivannah wasn't sure if she was imagining things and was misinterpreting his actions or if she actually saw desire in his eyes.

Ivannah's heartbeat accelerated as she waited for the food to be served. Her anxiety took the better of her and she could feel her palms becoming sweaty. 

She could feel an anxiety attack building up inside her and tried to prolong it for when she was alone in her bedroom.

She didn't look up as the food was served before her and twisted her fingers in her lap. Her breathing was becoming laboured and her vision became blurred from the unshed tears brimming her eyes. 

Before she could help it, a small cry left past her lips.

It all happened really fast. She heard the scraping of a chair to the floor and before she could react she lifted off her seat and into a much more comfortable warm position. 

Ivannah looked up in utter horror as she realised that she was currently seated in Mr Salvatore's lap as he cooed sweet things in her ear.

Ivannah looked up at him and than around the room only to come to the conclusion that they were all alone. His touch made her feel as if she could melt right there on the spot. 

She could feel him lightly bouncing his leg as if she were a child throwing a tantrum.

Her face heated up as she realised that she was acting like a child. An ungrateful child. She knew her face became red and blotchy and could only imagine what he was witnessing right now. 

She felt more blood rush to her face in embarrassment as she tried to get off his lap.

It only made Mr Salvatore's hand tighten around her waist. Ivannah decided that the only way she could get out of this was to relax. And a little bit of forbidden pleasure didn't do anyone wrong. 

She let go off the tension in her shoulder and made herself relax in his almost familiar touch.

"What upset you, my angel?" Ivannah felt his hot breath blowing across the side of her face and could feel her body react to his presence.

"Nothing." Ivannah said in a small voice as she had a hard time listening to her own voice as she tried to hide her unholy desires from him.

He slowly took a hold of her chin and made her turn her head to look at him. His face was so close to her own that she could just move her face a little closer and their lips would be touching. Ivannah gulped as her eyes involuntarily looked down at his lips.

"Tell me." He hardly muttered as he studied her extinquise features. The desire in her eyes was as clear as daylight but she just looked down and mumbled a quiet nothing.

Ivannah could feel his annoyance as he sighed quietly and took a few calming breaths. She looked at the rising and falling of his chest, oddly mesmerised with the simple action. It was as if the smallest things he did was serene in some way.

"Let's just eat then." He finally said after a few pregnant seconds. Ivannah waited for his hand to loosen around her waist so that she could get up but it never did.

Ivannah watched open mouthed as he slowly raised the fork on her plate and swirled some spaghetti on it. As if in slow motion, he raised the fork to his mouth and blew on it. 

After Ivannah watched his lips for a little while, he finally bought the spoon to her parted lips. She quickly shut her mouth and shook her head in defiance.

"I'm not hungry." She said in a breathless and shaky voice. 

Mr Salvatore kept the spoon infront of her for a few seconds before resigning in annoyance, probably. She expected him to tell her to leave any second now but was surprised with what he did next.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked her quietly as he leaned back in his chair. His hand guided her head to his shoulder and he just held her to his chest waiting for an answer.

"Um..." Ivannah tried to think of something to say as she heard his heartbeat and couldn't come up with anything but to tell him to hold her like this forever.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?" He asked hesitantly but felt relieved when Ivannah quickly looked at his face before nodding happily. 

It had been a long time since someone told her a story and she couldn't help herself as she kept her palm on his vast, muscular chest making herself comfortable.

"Once upon a time, in a castle within a dark and gloomy forest, lived a monster so vicious and hideous that it stuck fear in the bravest and repulsed the kindest with just one glimpse of it's ugly face.

But behind all that unpleasantness resided a Charming Prince cursed for his own wrong doings by a powerful witch to a lifetime of loneliness and hatred.

Only if he could learn to love another and earn her love in return, before the last petal fell off the enchanted rose will the spell would be broken. If not, he would be struck in the body of the beast forever.

Years passed by and he slowly fell into despair and lost all hope,

For who could ever learn to love a beast?" Ivannah listened with apt attention as Mr Salvatore narrated the infamous story 'Beauty and the beast' to her.

Ivannah had no idea how he knew or if he knew but it was her favourite love story of all. She would read it again and again every chance she got. But for some reason she was unable to register a word. 

She heard them all right and they soothed her jumbled nerves like a lullaby but her kind was more focused on how Mr Salvatore's lips moved with every word he spoke.

She couldn't help herself as she lifted her face off his shoulder and brought it closer to his. 

If Mr Salvatore was suprised than he did a good job hiding it. He didn't miss a beat as he continued his own narration of the most beautiful love story ever told.

“And as the years flowed by, some villagers told travelers of a beast and a beauty who lived in the castle and could be seen walking on the battlements, and others told of two beauties, and others, of two beasts.” Mr Salvatore concluded in the most gentle voice she had heard him use.

Ivannah didn't even realise as she slowly moved her face closer to Mr Salvatore's. He was as still as a statue and the only indication that he wasn't one was when his fingers tightened on her waist.

Very slowly as if she were afraid that if she moved too fast her beautiful illusion would be shattered she touched her lips to his. They were as soft as she had imagined and so warm that she never wanted to stop kissing his lips.

Her inexperience in intimacy was as clear as daylight as she waited for him to either push her away or take the lead. After what felt like eternity he finally did. He gently cupped the back of her throat and tilted her head to the side, all the while his lips slowly moved against her own.

The kiss was slow and gentle at first but Ivannah didn't realise in the heat of the moment how Mr Salvatore moved her so tactfully that now both her feets hung on either side of the chair. 

Her panty covered centre right above his crotch. Ivannah softly played with the hair on the back of his head as he dominated their kiss completely.

Ivannah had no idea how to kiss so instead she carefully followed his lead and took his lower lip in her mouth and massaged it with her own before sucking it lightly just like he had. She heard him groan in the back of his throat and smiled happily into the kiss.

Mr Salvatore noticed this and lightly touched her lower lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. Ivannah had no idea what to do so she kept moving her lips like before only to gasp in shock when Mr Salvatore pinched her on her waist.

Ivannah's eyes flew open just as he pushed his tongue beyond the barrier of her lips and into the warm caravan of her sweet mouth. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth and Ivy saw him moan in mortification. 

She lightly pushed on his shoulder and saw as his own eyes blew open.

Hot tears burned the back of her eyes as the reality set in. Here she was, sitting in her adoptive father's lap and kissing his forbidden lips. Mr Salvatore's pupils were blown in arousal and lips were swollen from their earlier dalliance. 

His hair tousled for the first time from when she was running her fingers through them earlier.

Ivannah rose off his lap in a hurry and this time Mr Salvatore made no move to stop her. She quickly straightened her clothes and hair before exiting the dining room and running to her bedroom. 

She quickly shut the door behind her and stood with her back to it for a few minutes.

A helpless sob left past her delicate lips as she thought on her actions. The problem wasn't that she kissed him, the problem was that she liked it. But it was wrong. Oh so wrong.

A few minutes after she had finally stopped crying there was a knock at her door. 

Ivannah quietly opened the door and looked down at the floor in shame as Grace kept the food plate on the table in her room. Grace saw that Ivannah wished to be left alone so she left after giving a loving kiss on her forehead.

Ivannah didn't even have any tears left to cry anymore so she numbly sat down on her bed. After staring at an empty wall of hours she finally turned to look at her nightstand. A single book lay there that she lifted in her dainty fingers and held to her chest.

Ivannah looked down at the cover of the book and started at the title

Beauty

And the

Beast

Ivannah flipped open the book and stared at the dried up rose she safely kept in between the pages of her most beloved book for years. She closed it again and held it tightly to her chest as she closed her tired eyes.

She drifted off to sleep in mere seconds. That night she dreamed about a pair of green eyes that she couldn't stop thinking about.

The same one that watched her every move and vowed to never let another tear in her sapphire eyes again.