TWENTY-FIVE

Hades looked at her in wonder, as if he couldn't believe she said it. She couldn't believe it either. But then ever so slowly, his hand went to hold hers. He formed it in a way that would let her hold his girth. And when her palm touched his flesh, she let out a gasp at the same time he let out a soft moan.

Hades moaned just with her touch. And it was what encouraged her to do more. To see more and to hear more of the evidence of his pleasure. Her hands have become brazen and she let herself feel more of him.

He was hard. Rock hard.

"That's it, Guinevere," Hades rasped, and all her logical inhibitions were out the window and what was left was her lust. Her desire. She's letting herself be devoured by it.

Hades was looking at her hand around his length. With his hand still holding hers, he started moving it up and down. The feel of him was warm against her palms. She doesn't understand how she was feeling. She was scared, overwhelmed, excited--all of it comes down to her liking it