CHAPTER 145: WORSHIP YOU

As he stepped further into the room, his eyes landed on Lilith, still asleep. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her parted lips soft with breath, her brows drawn together in a faint frown.

Hades moved toward her slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her too abruptly. But the moment his weight shifted the mattress, her lashes fluttered open. For a brief moment, her gaze was unfocused, lost somewhere between dreams and waking.

Then she saw him.

"Hades..." Her voice tired and hoarse, but it made his heart ache.

In one breathless motion, she sat up and threw her arms around him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. Her hands clutched at his shirt, fingers trembling ever so slightly. He held her without hesitation, his arms wrapping tightly around her as if she might vanish if he loosened his grip.

"I’m here," he whispered into her hair. "You’re safe now, darling. I’ve got you."

She pulled back just enough to look into his face, her hands rising to cup his jaw, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones. "I’m so glad to see you again," she whispered.

His eyes searched hers, drinking in the shadows of pain still lingering there. "Forgive me," he murmured. "For not coming to see you immediately. I had to... handle a few things. And forgive me for not finding you sooner. I..."

She reached up and pressed a gentle finger to his lips, silencing his guilt. "You don’t have to apologize, Your Highness," she said softly. "It isn’t your fault. It’s not mine either. All that matters is that... we’re here now."

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly at the warmth of her palm against his skin. "Lilith... gods, I’ve missed you," he said, low and raw. "Every minute without you felt like madness."

"I missed you too," she murmured, her voice just as fragile. "I missed your touch... your warmth..."

Their faces were close now, so close that their breaths mingled. Her lips hovered near his, a soft tremor in the air between them. He reached up, trailing his fingers along her jaw, brushing the soft skin beneath her ear, and then into her hair.

"I’m going to kiss you, Lilith," he whispered,

She didn’t need to answer.

Lilith leaned in, her lips brushing his, softly at first. But the moment their mouths touched, something unspoken gave way inside them both. Hades groaned low in his throat and deepened the kiss, one hand sliding around her waist, the other tangling deeper into her hair. Their lips moved with slow and aching hunger, like they were trying to make up for all the lost time with every kiss.

She shifted without hesitation, climbing into his lap and straddling his thighs. The thin dress she wore clung softly to her figure, brushing against the dark fabric of his shirt. Her hands explored the breadth of his shoulders, running down his arms, then back up to lace behind his neck as the kiss grew more fervent.

He pulled her closer until there was no space left between them, his body aching to be near hers in every possible way. She sighed into his mouth, her breath warm, her heart pounding against his chest like a second heartbeat in perfect rhythm.

When he finally broke the kiss, it was only to breathe. He rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, chests rising and falling together in perfect harmony.

"Are you hurting anywhere?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes, cutting through the haze of desire.

"No," she whispered, "Not anymore."

Hades leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along her cheekbone, down to the curve of her jaw, and lower still to the hollow of her neck. His voice was rough against her skin. "You smell incredible. I am tempted to have my tongue exploring your cunt."

Lilith’s breath caught. A flush rose up her neck as she bit down on her bottom lip. She quickly placed a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed. "Language, Your Highness," she chided, her voice trembling slightly. "You shouldn’t say... things like that."

He chuckled against her palm and gently pulled her hand away. "I can say whatever I want, darling," he murmured with a smirk. "And you like it when I say things like that. Don’t you? You get wet just hearing it."

Her face deepened in color, lips parting in stunned silence. She turned away, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ears as she climbed off his lap. The air around her felt thick and heated. Needing space to breathe, she padded across the room toward the window.

Drawing back the heavy curtains, she paused, rain poured heavily. She hadn’t even realized it was raining as she was engrossed with her time with the prince.

Behind her, she heard the soft rustle of the bed as Hades rose. She didn’t have to look to know he was coming closer, she felt the shift in the air, the subtle heat of his presence.

Then, a feather-light kiss landed on the curve of her shoulder.

She exhaled slowly, audibly.

Another kiss followed, this time lower, grazing the base of her neck. Then higher, just beneath her ear. Her breath hitched.

"I am right, aren’t I darling?" His lips grazed her earlobe, the warmth of his breath fanning across her skin. "My hands on your body, teeth on your clit, sweat glistening on our skins as I make you cum so much, that the mere thought of me makes brings you close to an orgasm."

Her eyes fluttered shut as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her gently against him. The contrast of his warm skin against the cool air made her shiver but not from the cold. He lowered his head again, tracing a slow line of kisses from her jaw down the delicate curve of her neck.

She tilted her head to the side, offering him more of her, her breath catching as his hand slowly slid up from her waist. His fingers brushed against the soft swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her gown, light and teasing.

"Hades..." she breathed, her hands pressing against the window frame for balance.

"Fucking perfect," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with adoration. "You’re truly a goddess." He pressed another kiss just beneath her ear. "I love the sound of my name on your lips. Say it again, love."

"Hades..." she whispered again, this time needier. Her voice trembled with something that made his pulse throb.

He slowly turned her in his arms so she faced him, his hands resting on her hips. His gaze burned into hers, full of hunger. Rain streaked behind her as thunder rolled in the distance.

Cupping her face with one hand, his thumb brushed gently across her cheek. "Are you cold?" he asked.

She shook her head slightly, her eyes half lidded. "No... I’m far from cold."

With aching tenderness, he leaned in and kissed her, slow and unhurried. The kiss deepened. Their mouths parted, breath mingling, tongues meeting in a sensual rhythm that sent heat spiraling between them. Her fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer as if she needed to anchor herself to the only man who had ever touched her soul before her body.

Lilith broke away just enough to breathe, lips brushing his skin as she placed soft kisses down his jawline. Her teeth gently grazed his neck, lips warm against his skin. Then, at the nape of his neck, she sank her teeth into him, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to draw a sharp gasp from him.

Hades moaned low in his throat, his breath hitching. His hold on her tightened as he groaned her name, voice hoarse with need. "Lilith..."

He pulled her back gently, his eyes now darker than the storm outside. In one swift motion, he pressed her lightly against the glass, one hand holding her hip, the other brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Let me worship you," he whispered, breathless. "Let me fall to my knees and show you how divine you are to me, darling."