Violet 

I clutched his shirt for my dear life, so hard my knuckles turned white, my breathing ragged and shallow. Every second that passed only made the sensation coursing through me worse. When I couldn't breathe anymore, Hades pulled back from the kiss, just enough to let me gulp air greedily, my lungs screaming with need.

I stared at him, drinking in every detail as if memorizing him could somehow keep me from losing myself completely. His dark hair was slightly messy, and those blue eyes were piercing, and predatory, locked on me with an intensity that made my stomach clench. His jaw was perfectly defined, the lines of his...