Scarlett St. Clair's Blog, page 135
January 31, 2019
“Tell me you’re thinking about me.” His voice came from the shadows—a chill breeze fanning a bright...
“Tell me you’re thinking about me.” His voice came from the shadows—a chill breeze fanning a bright flame.
Persephone froze and rolled, finding Hades standing at the end of her bed. She couldn’t tell what he was wearing in the dark, but she could see his eyes, and they glittered like coals in the night.
When she said nothing, he prompted, “Well?”
Her thoughts scattered. A small shaft of light fell across a cheekbone and his full lips. She wanted those lips in all the places she felt fire. She rose onto her knees and kept his gaze as she removed her nightshirt completely. Hades growled low in his throat and braced himself against the footboard.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I was thinking about you.”
The tension in the air thickened. Hades spoke in a growl that made Persephone’s skin prick.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
January 29, 2019
So thankful for the likes, reblogs, and follows.
So thankful for the likes, reblogs, and follows.
So thankful for the likes, reblogs, and follows.
So thankful for the likes, reblogs, and follows.
