Aphrodite stirred awake, her lips curling into a soft, languid smile as her mind immediately flooded with memories of the night before.
Her entire body still hummed faintly, as if the echo of Hades' touch lingered on her skin, a mixture of soreness and warmth that brought an uncharacteristic blush to her cheeks.
She sat there for a long moment, clutching the silken sheets to her chest, thinking of how different it had been from what she imagined.
Despite being untouched until last night, she had expected herself to be in control, to tease and play with him like she did with every other soul who had ever pursued her.
Yet it was not her who set the pace, but him, the god she had chased relentlessly, the man she thought was too cold, too indifferent to ever let loose.
"Merciless… really, no mercy at all," Aphrodite muttered under her breath, pouting as she brushed a lock of golden hair from her face.
