Scarlett St. Clair's Blog, page 22
September 18, 2020
Hades took a sip from his glass to wet his throat, but the movement drew her attention to his mouth,...
Hades took a sip from his glass to wet his throat, but the movement drew her attention to his mouth, and he repressed a groan as he wondered if she tasted like she smelled—sweet, honeyed, forbidden.
September 17, 2020
When he had taken Persephone into his arms in the garden, when he had kissed her, he had suddenly...
When he had taken Persephone into his arms in the garden, when he had kissed her, he had suddenly understood what their life could be—passionate and powerful, and he wanted that desperately.
September 16, 2020
The impulse to whisk her away to the Underworld was strong, like a spell. He had never thought...
The impulse to whisk her away to the Underworld was strong, like a spell. He had never thought himself so weak, but his restraint was a thin, frayed thread.
September 15, 2020
“You are a goddess. You will sit on a throne,” Hades said. Those words were similar to what he was...
“You are a goddess. You will sit on a throne,” Hades said.
Those words were similar to what he was really thinking—you will be my wife and queen; you will sit on a throne.
September 14, 2020
“Persephone has hope for love, just as you, Hades,” Hecate said. “And instead of confirming that,...
“Persephone has hope for love, just as you, Hades,” Hecate said. “And instead of confirming that, you mocked her—passion does not require love? What were you thinking?”
September 13, 2020
Darling, he wanted to say, you are the only woman in my mind, but he kept quiet as she swore her...
Darling, he wanted to say, you are the only woman in my mind, but he kept quiet as she swore her oath, his heart and cock swelling with every single fucking word. She drew her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass.
Hecate offered him a half-smile. “Tell me what you fear, Hades.”It took him a moment to find the...
Hecate offered him a half-smile. “Tell me what you fear, Hades.”
It took him a moment to find the words because he did not really know himself.
“That she is right,” Hades said. “That she will see no more within me than her mother.”
“Well, lucky for you, Persephone is not her mother—a truth that is just as important for you to remember.”
September 12, 2020
“Drop your glamour.” Persephone’s eyes widened slightly. “Why?”“Because I wish to see you,” Hades...
“Drop your glamour.”
Persephone’s eyes widened slightly. “Why?”
“Because I wish to see you,” Hades said.
He felt her seize beneath him. It was like the night after La Rose when she held those sheets to her chest—a shield she used to protect herself from his gaze. He reached out with his own magic, caressing hers, and he felt her open to him. He turned his mouth to her ear, still maintaining eye contact. “Let me see you.”
She closed her eyes as let go, and Hades watched as she transformed. She was everything—she was everything in any form, but there was something about watching her embrace her Divinity that was inspiring. It was beautiful. Right now, it felt intimate.
“Open your eyes,” He whispered, and as she did, she didn’t look at Hades, but at herself. She was enchanting and everything about her had intensified. Her skin glowed, her eyes were luminous, her horns spiraled gracefully, but perhaps she appeared like a flame because she stood before his darkness.
“Darling, you are a goddess.”
