A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

it went beyond love. It was devotion. It was worship. It was the power that began and ended worlds, and if he had to, he would do so in her name.

He swallowed and looked away. “I did not intend to be disrespectful,” he said, his voice low and gruff, not because he did not wish to apologize but because he was embarrassed.

“Before you, I only knew loneliness, even in a room full of people—it was an ache, sharp and cold and constant, and I was desperate to fill it.”

“You are pleasure. My pleasure.”

He was not sure she could ever understand the depth of his feeling, how completely and utterly grateful he was for every moment he had with her.

after all that he and Persephone had been through, it should be easy to lay his burdens at her feet, but it wasn’t.

He wished she knew how difficult it was to speak each word in the face of her beauty, in the face of her temptation.