I lock eyes with Hades, feeling the slow burn of lust igniting within me as his hands rest on my waist. My heart races with anticipation, wondering what will unfold next. But just as I'm lost in the moment, Poppy, in control of my body, moves slowly and deliberately, guiding Hades' hand to my breast.
A shiver runs down my spine as a soft moan escapes my lips. My eyes widen in shock at my own behavior, the realization of what's happening sinking in with each passing second.
Poppy, stop this instant, I whisper-yell, my voice trembling with a mix of arousal and apprehension as I struggle against the overpowering urge to surrender to Hades' touch. The fire he ignites within me is undeniable, and I'm torn between the intoxicating pleasure and the need to resist.
But Poppy refuses to relent,
