I know there is something beneath this pretty facade.” Hades’s fingers continued their featherlight caress over Persephone’s skin. His words weren’t far behind, whispering along the path of heat he left. He kissed her shoulder. “There is rage. There is passion. There is darkness.” He paused a moment and let his tongue swirl against her neck. Her breath caught in her throat so hard, she thought she might choke. “And I want to taste it.”
