CHAPTER NINETY

—JASMINE.

I want nothing but Hades. I crave him with every fiber of my being. I want all of him, every inch, every touch, every kiss. I want the taste of his lips on my skin, from the curve of my neck to the brim of my body. I want him to absorb me in every way possible, to consume me whole.

This bodily desire is driving me insane. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I don't know how to explain it, how to put into words the intensity of this longing. It's like my body is screaming for him, begging for his touch, his kiss, his presence.

And what is this closeness I feel? This want?

It's like my very soul is reaching out to him, yearning for connection. I feel like I'm drowning in this desire, suffocating under the weight of my own longing.

But wait, why do I feel and smell Hades? Why is his presence so strong, so overwhelming?

I try to make sense of it, but my mind is foggy and unclear.

I open my eyes, and the first thing I get is a heavy pang of headache that comes like