55. Hades
Hades
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
" Daaaaance, again! " King screams in his mother's lap as Kennedy spins around with him in her arms.
My wife laughs, and it's the first time I remember seeing her completely happy.
"She forgave you," Ernest says next to me.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Because hurt is a two-way poison. I've never seen Kennedy so happy. Don't waste this love, Hades. I'm old and sick, but I'll still keep an eye on my girl, even if it's from hell."
"Stop talking nonsense. You won't die. And as for your concern, don't waste your time. I'm a stubborn, proud, arrogant bastard. Find a flaw and, take my word for it, it might fit me, but I don't make the same mistake twice. Kennedy would have escaped me if what they plotted against us had worked. I won't go wrong with her again. She will never doubt how much she is valued and loved."
"I believe you. What about Ryan?"
I remember the message I got from Beau this morning, simply saying, “I have him.”
"We already found him."
"And you’re this calm?"
"I'm not in a hurry. Kennedy is free—there are no longer any charges against her. I'm going to enjoy our wedding day, my wedding night, and the month we spend in Greece. Only when I return will I pay him a visit."
"A visit? I thought you would hand him straight over to the court."
“The only reason Ryan will stand trial, Ernest, is because Kennedy reassured me yesterday that she dreams of the day she faces him in court and tells him she beat him. She needs to look the bastard in the eye. Otherwise, he would simply disappear from the face of the Earth."
Kennedy
My heart beats fast as I prepare to go down the stairs of our house. Today, we are completely alone, and I asked Hades to wait for me downstairs.
Some people might think that because we make love every day, I wouldn't have any shame in doing what I want, but the truth is that Hades is a born dominator and almost always takes the initiative.
I spent days thinking about what to wear today. I went to stores with the girls, and the salesgirls showed me the most sensual lingerie.
I chose a red set, beautiful, sexy, but when I went to put it on a little while ago, I realized that it wasn't what I wanted.
The love I feel for Hades is immense, and the forgiveness I offered him earlier today is sincere, so I hope that when he sees how I'm giving myself to him completely, he understands that.
I reach the first step and find him barefoot with his tie loosened around his neck and a few buttons on his shirt open.
Impatient, I think, but I end up saying it out loud.
He looks back, directly at me, and when he sees my completely naked body, he freezes in place.
"It took me a lot of courage and faith in your love to show myself to you like this. I want you to understand that I'm leaving the past behind. Completely trusting you."
His dark brown eyes won't leave me.
I'll never confess this to him, but his eyes dominated me from the first time they landed on me. I always get lost in the intensity of Hades' gaze, in the almost black ocean that watches me.
The look of a man in love.
"My love has always been yours, woman. It was never available to anyone before you and will never be available to anyone after you."
I smile when I see him take the stairs two at a time. "I should have completed the path to you, incarnating the role of goddess."
He picks me up and, ignoring my protests, asks, "Where do you want me to take you for the first time as my wife?"
"The place doesn't matter, husband, as long as you make me yours."
Hades
I take her in several rooms of the house before taking her to our bedroom. I can’t get enough, and I don't think I ever will.
Now, in our bed, once again between her thighs, I fuck her slowly, looking into her eyes, her wet heat enveloping me and her mouth repeating each time I invade her body how much she loves me.
Kisses, whispers, and caresses—we enter a bubble of pleasure where there is no world outside.
I'm totally immersed in her. We move at a primal rhythm, the passion we feel bringing out our wildest side.
Kennedy is the lighthouse of my world, the light that guides my turbulent soul. I could never live without her.
Our intertwined bodies, in our unique rhythm, begin the climb towards the prize again, but before allowing herself to come, she says, "Give me another son."
She told me a few weeks ago that she was going to start taking the pill, but she hasn't yet, so since she came back into my life, I haven't come inside her pussy.
I didn't know that, like me, she wanted another child, so I'm crazy about her passionate request. "Are you sure about that?"
"I am. Put a baby in me, husband."
I speed up my movements, swearing to myself that I will die before I fail to satisfy my wife's desire.
The fuck becomes rougher, breathing becomes confused, lust and mutual pleasure are our north.
Kennedy come for me, making me feel her honey drip down my entire length, and I close my eyes, crazy with lust as she contracts in small spasms around my cock.
I let myself go. I spill my semen deep inside her, push into her body one last time, and stay so she receives every drop.
"Delicious. I won't be able to stop coming inside you now that I know what it feels like." As much as I remembered that night in the library through dreams, it’s nothing compared to the live experience.
"I knew because I remembered, but I wanted to live it all over again."
"I hope that if one day, after this second baby we want, you go back on the pill, that it will be strong, wife, or I will give you one baby a year. There's no way I'm going to give up filling you with my seed night after night."
"You're a caveman, Hades, but lucky for you, you are the Neanderthal I love."