Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 40

[Erotic Scene Ahead]

Hades~

As fast as she had kissed me, she pulled away, immediately getting off the bed. She was still clutching her stomach.

"Leave!" she ordered. "Leave now!"

I looked at her. She gritted her teeth, shaking from the pain that now racked her body. "Red..."

"Don’t call me that!" she blurted, eyes blazing with desperation. "I need you... to leave."

I got up from the bed, but I did not head to the door. "You are in pain."

"That is none of your concern!" she snarled before she let out a pained groan, clutching her stomach harder. "Please leave. I need to be alone."

"You need help—"

"Not from you," she cut me off, her tone as sharp as a razor. "Definitely not from..."

She screamed suddenly and fell to the floor. She curled up into a fetal position, moaning in agony.

I made my way to her. Realizing my increasing proximity to her, she scrambled away from me, but it was no use. She was too weak and in pain, and I easily swooped her into my arms.

"No, no... don’t touch me!" she struggled against my hold, but she could do nothing. I laid her back onto the bed, and she began to scramble again.

I caught her leg and pulled her back to me. "You need help," I murmured as I pulled her to myself, letting her straddle me. She was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown that clung to her like a second skin, soaked with sweat from the strain her body was enduring. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to push me away, though it was clear she didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. Her hand pressed against my chest weakly, but I didn’t budge.

"Don’t…" she whispered, her voice broken and trembling. "Please… don’t…"

"I can help you feel better. You know you can’t continue like this," I muttered. Her body was burning against mine.

She stopped for a moment, her almost bloodshot eyes finding mine in the dim lights of the room. The turquoise of her eyes was tinged with violet—a clear symptom of an extreme heat fever.

The moment was tense, and all that could be heard was her panting and my breathing. Her eyes fell to my neck and then down to my robe. She reached her hand and touched my face. She traced my face, from my jaw to my collarbone.

I watched her as the heat fever took control of her. Her fingers grazed the arm of my robe, down to my hand. She traced the veins of my hand, eyes heavy-lidded and breathing heavily.

And she clasped my hand and carried it.