Untouched ✔

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Untouchable

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© 2014 Luna Black

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Ariel gulped, staring at the God on the throne with wide eyes and turned to look at Hermes. He smirked behind her and then up at Hades.

“Hades,” Hermes bowed his head in respect and motioned at Ariel, “she’s here safe and sound.”

“Indeed,” Hades spoke quietly, his eccentric blue eyes shining curiously as he stared at the girl beside Hermes.

“Y-you,” she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, “you’re…”

He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, “Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des.”

“Hades,” Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades’ beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model.

“Yes,” Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, “the God of Death and riches; that’s me.” Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades’ grimace turned even bitter, “And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time.”

Ariel gulped slowly, biting her bottom lip as she turned around to look at Hermes, but frowned when she noticed that he wasn’t there. He didn’t even say farewell! He simply disappeared the same way he had vanished both of them from her home.

Her green eyes travelled back up to the throne and she breathed in sharply. The God’s beauty was so overwhelming that all she could do was stare at him with wide eyes.

His hair was black, the ends curling a bit around his neck and they looked extremely soft, as if they’d melt underneath her touch. His jaw was so refined and muscled that her fingers itched to trace them.

Light facial whiskers embellished his face, making him look rugged and completely dangerous. His soft pink lips were slowly turning upward in a smirk as her eyes travelled lower. He was dressed in dark silk robes, long enough to cover his entire body, but the neckline was low enough to give away to the imagination.

Even through the dark expensive-looking robe, one could notice the muscles protruding underneath. His collarbone was strong and his shoulders broad, making Ariel bite her lip even harder to keep herself from falling at his feet and beg him to bed her.

It had been three long years that she hadn’t touched another person and to feel someone touching her, the way she wanted Hades to touch her, would be unfathomable.

“Are you done staring?” Hades sneered, his facial features not changing whatsoever. Even when he scrounged up his face in disgust, he seemed gorgeous.

Ariel blushed, turning her head away from him and looked down at her hands. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He shrugged, standing up from his throne and slowly walked down to her. “I’d stare at myself too if I were in your place; I’m just so handsome, are I not?”

She frowned, looking up at him in confusion. He spoke words of boast, yet he sounded as if he was testing her. As if he wanted to see what she’d respond and humiliate her in return. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t like her; he didn’t even know her, but his voice was cold and unnerving.

“I spoke to you,” he whispered menacingly, stepping closer to her, “I expect an answer.”

Her eyebrows slowly rose and she scowled at him. “You did speak to me, but the way you spoke was rhetorical, therefore you do not wish an answer.”