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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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This burning desire, this desperate wish to claim and protect and to love.
“Over time, she will learn you—how you think, how you feel, how you love—but she cannot if you do not communicate. Start with Orpheus.”
“It is important to me. I would rather explore your anger. I would hear your advice. I wish to understand your perspective.”
“Let me show you what it is to hold power in your hands. Let me coax the darkness from you. I will help you shape it.”
I feared exposing the truth of my heart—that I have always desired to love and be loved.
Persephone wasn’t the only woman he had slept with, but she was the only one he needed. He had never felt this kind of connection before, and he preferred the intimacy. It made sex with her even better, made all the sensations more intense, the gasps of pleasure more rewarding, the aftermath more tender.
It occurred to him that she had gotten more comfortable touching him, and he wasn’t sure at what point that had begun, but he liked it.
“I will always love her,” Hades said. It was the only thing he could promise. “And I care for what I love.”
Her eyes watered, and she broke, crying into his robes. His grip on her tightened, and yet, though he held her close, he felt that she was far away, and he realized that this was what it was to be on the brink of losing everything.
