Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 135

Eve

Hades’ words felt like a dagger to the chest, each syllable twisting deeper.

Eve is dead.

I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take another second of him speaking about me as if I were some distant memory, some ghost that haunted him through me. Like he hated me as much as Ellen had. It was too much to bare.

I was afraid that it would unravel me and that in the anger and hurt that those words of his incited I would snap and blurt out the truth of my identity. That the floodgates would open and not only engulf me but the Silverpine and the innocents who had no hand in this conspiracy.

Before I could think—before I could stop myself—I grabbed blindly for his collar, fingers curling into the fabric with a desperation that burned hotter than shame.

My lips crashed against his, hard and pleading but demanding all in the samr breath.

Hades stiffened beneath me, shock rippling through him like a crack of lightning. His breath hitched, and for a single, stretched-out heartbeat, I thought he’d pull away.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his hands snapped to my waist with a hunger so fierce it stole the air from my lungs. He hauled me against him with such force I swore I could feel the heat radiating from beneath his skin—searing, and delectably agonizing.

His mouth moved against mine, rough and demanding, like he was trying to imprint himself into me, to burn away whatever ghosts lingered between us.

And gods, I let him.

My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, tugging him closer, but it wasn’t enough. His grip tightened, fingers pressing into the small of my back as if he thought I might shatter if he let go.

Hades kissed me like he was starving—like I was the only thing that could satisfy whatever fire burned inside him. His lips traced the shape of mine, deepening with each tilt of his head, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

I felt the sharp edge of his teeth graze my bottom lip, a fleeting warning of the hunger coiled just beneath the surface.

A soft sound escaped me—somewhere between a gasp and a plea—and that was all it took.

Hades growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my entire body. He lifted me effortlessly, making me stradddle him, his hips slotting between mine as if he couldn’t bear the space between us.

The kiss turned feral—scalding and feverish. His tongue invaded my mouth with such ferousity that I stood no chance. His hand slid up my spine, fingers tangling in my hair as he tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to him.

"He’s going to consume me," I thought, heart hammering in my chest. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

His lips left mine just long enough to drag along the curve of my jaw, his breath scorching against my skin. I could feel the restraint trembling in his muscles, like he was holding himself back by the thinnest thread.

But his touch—his mouth—told a different story.