Wrath✔[ Fables of The Past Series#1]

FIRE OF PASSION

The cosmos is a mystic place. An unfathomable swirling of unknown power. What we don't understand is magic and sometimes it's evil counterpart- sorcery.

The bond with Adrian was truly evil, threatening to take her soul away and taint it in blood and anguish.

The bond with Hades was the biggest blessing bestowed upon her, he was everything that she would ever want, even if she had someday nothing in this would he would be hers and that thought made her the happiest person in the world

"Hades!"

"I Persephone Rya accept King Hades, the supreme ruler of Underworld as my eternal mate.

I am yours my king...from now to infinity."

The words seem to rang in his head as he took her form wanting to paint a picture of hers in his heart away from all the chaos.

When a large tide whirled the water of the Veras and splashed it across Hades feet it should have burned him, after all it was venomous for him.

Though his eyes didn't left the girl standing before him, frantically asking him if he was injured, as if a thing that insignificant could hurt him.

But there were no burns. Veras has welcomed it's King with a significant bow to his feet- the etarnal acceptance of its long lost Creator.

His almighty grace will again bless Veras by touching it's pure liquid. The acceptance of mate bond has changed the waters...their new color aquamarine- insignia of her eyes.

Sin collided with virtue.

Poison collided with nectar......nectar swallowing the poison....the waters no longer a venom.

He eyed her with raw intensity as she tried to kneel for the purpose of observing his wounds.

His hands picked her up in bridal style without uttering a word.

"Hades a-are you angry? Don't do this you will get yourself hurt!" She stared wide eyed as he elegantly walked down the stairs.

Her mind clouded with thoughts that he had changed his mind about her.

She tried to scramble in his hold to stop him but he the water has now reached his chest. His arms gently put her feet in water, his hands steadying her waist.

"What have I done...why are you punishing yourself?" tears formed in her eyes as his lips descended to kiss them away.

"Goddess it's not hurting me...quite the opposite." Her eyes widened with the confession.

"I want to see myself...take off your shirt."

"And I thought baby, you would never ask." Persephone giggled when she realised he was not hurting but teasing her right now.The water had drenched his black robe. The satin slipping off his shoulders in a fluid motion.

Her breath hitched when she saw the hard muscles sculpted like the finest of crafts. His arms had veins forming a smooth manly pattern. All scars gone.

"How?"

He dipped his head in the crook of her neck kissing his way to her jaw. A moan escaping her as his hands trailed up her waist.

"You are my miracle."

His eyes darkened when they fell on her drenched form. The soft silk clinging to her like second skin. An deep appreciative groan coming from his luscious lips.

She passionately smashed her lips to his. Her body raised by his strong arms bringing her to his level of sight.

So much fervor. Her hands seemed to roam on his abs tracing each and every rigid groove. She couldn't ignore the way her body melted in his. His hard rigid muscles clashing against her butter soft curves.

It was so raw. The kiss was all dark hunger and lightful passion poured together. The way his tongue entered her mouth was primal...and the way she responded was erotic.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as his large palm pulled down one shoulder strap, his warm mouth sucking the soft skin turning it into red.

Her hands tugged her hair to which his grey irisis crashed with the turquoise ones.

He eyed her with an undecipherable emotion as her lips were swollen red. Wet hair so wild. Her cheeks flushed and eyes dilated with love and above all lust. Her small mouth was agape breathing softly.

"Damn Persephone.....you look exotic. Show some mercy goddess."

She didn't showed any mercy but just did exactly opposite.

Her hips softly grounded his once...twice to which they simultaneously moaned.

They kissed again, nothing seemed to lighten their passion., it was if now they both have discovered a drug and whiff after whiff even was not enough to make them feel satisfied.

A king is at his mightiest at his throne. She wanted to give herself to him on his throne...that dirty wicked idea seemed to bring a tired smile from her.

The beginning rays of sun were illuminating the place now. Persephone layed her head on Hades shoulders chest now realising that they never slept.

"And what I would give to know what are you thinking baby" he whispered huskily.

"Something bad my king..... something so very bad."

He didn't knew why but the 'bad' didn't sounded bad at all.

"I am yours...my king...till eternity." She whispered softly before being lulled in the sleep.

His kissed her hair softly before coming out of the lake.This woman had him in her palm and damn she knew that.