“There is something beneath this pretty facade.” Hades trailed his fingers feather-light over...

“There is something beneath this pretty facade.” Hades trailed his fingers feather-light over Persephone’s skin. His words weren’t far behind, whispering along the path of heat he left. “There is rage. There is passion. There is darkness.” He drew back to meet her gaze which fell to her lips. “And I want to taste it.”