Violet

I hated to admit it, but God, I’d missed this.

I missed this feeling of pleasure he gave me.

It had been weeks since that night, weeks since Hades had touched me, and still I hadn’t been able to forget. One night, and it was as if he had engraved himself into my skin, branding me, marking me as his.

I tried to convince myself that it had been a mistake. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase him.

I wanted him again.

I wanted his fingers buried inside me, his cock pounding into me with no mercy, and no regard for anything except dragging me...