Untouched ✔

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Untouched

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Ariel gritted her teeth, breathing in sharply and hissed, “Are you being serious right now, Hades?”

The God frowned, turning to look at her and said, “This is not something to kid about, human; of course I am serious.”

“Don’t call me that!” She snapped, glaring daggers at him, “Don’t call me ‘human’! I have a fucking name for Pete’s sake! Call me Ariel!”

He restrained the urge to reprimand her for speaking to him disrespectfully and took a deep breath. “I am being as serious as I could possibly be, Ariel.”

“How,” she began, her bottom lip trembling with anger as she stepped closer to him, “how can you tell me that you destroy everything you touch? You may be the God of Death, Hades, but I kill anything I touch.”

Hades widened his eyes at her outburst and watched as she stepped closer to him, poking his chest with her finger with every word. “Don’t be so damn selfish! D-don’t try to control me and tell me that you’re trying to protect me; I can do that myself. I have for three years; there is nothing you could possibly do that could hurt me.”

His eyes flashed a bright colour and he grabbed her forearm, staring deep into her eyes as he growled, “You don’t know what I am capable of doing, Ariel.”

She narrowed her gaze, stepping closer to him and whispered, “And neither are you. I am not asking you to bind your soul to mine, Hades. I just want you to do this.”

“What? What’s ‘this’?” He clenched his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.

“I-I,” she stumbled over her words, “I don’t know!”

He closed his eyes, placing his hands on her waist and began to slowly move them around her soft skin. Ariel closed her eyes, leaning closer to him and breathed in deeply. She felt alight wherever he touched her; it was an inexplicable feeling.

Every inch of her skin screamed and burned with desire for him. It was so grandiose that it was engulfing her mind, preventing her from thinking intelligently. At that moment she was at his sole mercy and he didn’t even know it. She all but melted at his feet.

“If you don’t know what you want,” he whispered, his minty breath brushing past her cheekbone, “how do you expect me to give it to you?”

Ariel glanced up at him, her eyes filled with so much lust it almost poured from her soul. Her fingertips tingled with want and power as she placed them against his cheeks and pressed her body closer to his.

Every curvature of her body was firmly pressing against his. She could feel his heart hammering inside his chest and his erratic breathing against her cheeks. He was warm and his touch felt inviting.

She wanted to feel the assertive touch of his lips against hers again, devouring her completely. Her mind, body and soul begged for the release that was suddenly overbearing any thought that she could possibly have against the God.

“You do know what I want you to give me,” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his.

Hades growled, the noise rumbling deep from within his chest and he bit her bottom lip teasingly, making her moan. “You don’t understand that after Aphrodite’s spell leaves, you won’t feel this anymore; I won’t feel this anymore. I don’t want us to make decisions that we’ll later on regret.”