Chapter 84

**Kapittel 83**

**Heated lust** immediately ignited in their cool bodies and propagated through their whole system like hell's wildfire. Drawn by the intense feeling, Allison pulled Hades closer by wrapping her arms around the back of his head, pulling his hair softly with her slender fingers and pushing her body against his huge figure, but the steamy contact ended when he bit her lower lip before pulling his face away, a tad distant from her.

"Ready?" his hoarse voice asked her. Influenced by the desire in her system, she nodded in response and brushed the bridge of her nose softly against the bridge of the man's nose that created an odd electrifying feeling to seep in their skin brought by something that was not common fiction.

She didn't care about anything anymore. What she wanted now was to kiss him. She wanted to kiss every inch of him. She wanted to kiss his sexy lips that always turned her on, lick his skin that always sent off millions of bolts of electricity against her delicate skin whenever they come in contact, bite his ripping muscles that she wanted to touch oh-so badly and of course, make him moan and his breath ragged because of what she would do to him. She liked the idea of it. She wanted that to happen.

And before she knew it, he grabbed her to him once again, kissing her roughly and wrapping her legs around his waist then walked into the women's comfort room. Uncaring of any repercussions, she kissed him back with the same intensity as how he kissed her. She felt it, she was feeling it. The feeling of giving in to him as they locked each other's lips, she felt it. She admitted, she always felt her legs wobble and swoon whenever she was in his arms, whenever a bit of his skin gets rubbed against hers and whenever his lips caressed hers but it meant nothing to her before. Somehow now, it meant a lot to her. It meant something to her, something that she could not find at the tip of her tongue.

Luckily, when Hades opened the door without breaking their hot, intense kiss, there was no one in the Powder Room. Opening one eye, he pushed a cubicle's door and seated himself on the lid of the loo, then set Allison, who was busy eating his lips like some hungry tiger, on his lap.

She sucked his lower lip before trailing her lips to his cheek, planting small kisses until her lips found their way to his ear. Whilst doing the intimate expression of her red desire, her small, delicate hands began exploring his huge body, touching every angle of his manliness. She reached for the shell and bit it softly, grazing it softly between her teeth. She heard him release a satisfied sigh.

While she was busy pleasuring him with her oral organs, he started to explore her body with his soft, large hands, touching her sensitive regions that sent off shocks of electricity onto her skin. Her spine shivered and her whole body shook. Those bolts of electricity were at it again. She let out a deep breath and bit the shell on his hard, getting a grip of herself while pleasuring the man. He continued to touch her, but his hands never went lower than her waist. It felt frustrating, so frustrating. The animal in heat inside her wanted his hands to go lower, to touch her sensitive spot that had been oozing wet juices ever since then. This man was an enigma, he was sometimes confusing and was sometimes not, like a mirror cube that one would sometimes recognize the pattern but sometimes would not.

She pulled away from his ear, heaved off a sigh to catch her breath, moved her hands to cup his face, and smacked his lips. "Lower, " she muttered in a small, pouty voice, pulling her face for a small distance, their foreheads touching.

He reached for her lips and kissed her ardently. He licked her lower lip as he pulled away. "Are you sure, my baby?" he asked, his voice slightly begging for her to say yes. She moved her itching hands, from his hard face down to his neck where his bulging nerves, which were almost close to popping, laid. She looked into his eyes softly, rubbing her thumb gently on his hot neck then nodded.

Flabbergast was written all over Hades' eyes. She stopped herself from giggling, the man looked quite adorable with his red face that was swathed with uttered gobsmack. She inched her face close to his, fanning her breath over his nose whilst staring at his steel orbs with lust burning her eyes that had the reflection of the pastel color of refreshing grass.

"Fuck, Allison," he cursed and pushed her body against him with his hand that was lazily resting on her back, rendering their lips to crash once again.

Allison moaned in delight as her hands began their expedition around the man's body, while he, on the other hand, began moving his hand to her lower regions starting with her soft, round, and plump ass. She pushed herself to him even more, but this time, she added a little twist. She began moving her hips, grinding herself against his bulging crotch that had been aching to break free.

"Shoot, Hades!" she shrieked when a thick finger suddenly slid in her slit.

"What?" he asked her innocently, rubbing her nub with his finger, sending bolts of ticklish sparks that could paralyze the vulnerable woman in jolts of pleasure. "You told me to go lower," he reminded her with a teasing smile on his lips, and heck, that expression was making flustered.

She glared at him with full animosity. "Oh, you... ah!" her words were cut short and were replaced with another sharp shriek when he pressed his finger on her clit, hard.

She glared at him even more while he only gave her a lazy, teasing smile. "You're so wet for me, love," he told her, his hands cupping her wet sex, sapping her wet juices on his wide palm. Biting her lower lip, she shot her head up as her deep moan escaped from her lips. That humongous, warm hand... it was starting to make her crazy!

She felt his free hand hold the back of her head. She drooped her head down and met her eyes with him once again, and all of a sudden, she became oblivious. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip, staring at the Greek deity's eyes even more that resembled the gloomy sky whenever a storm was admonishing to come. They were burning. They were kindling, with want, with longing.

"Fuck!"