Aphrodite lay beneath Hades, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and raw need as he loomed over her, his powerful frame casting a shadow in the dim glow of her chamber.
The air hummed with the scent of ancient stone and her own mounting arousal, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that claimed every inch of her mouth.
She tasted the underworld on his tongue—dark, commanding, possessive—as he pinned her down, his hands gripping her wrists with unyielding strength.
Despite being the goddess of desire, Aphrodite felt exposed, her inexperience making her tremble under his expert assault, yet her body arched toward him, desperate to match his brutal rhythm.
Hades pulled back just enough to growl, "You're mine now, Aphrodite. All of you."
His voice rumbled like thunder, sending shivers through her core.
