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Torture
Gwen The bed was warm, just like the previous night when I woke up with a nightmare. Hades' lips were gently parted as he slept. He looked at peace while his worry lines had ironed out in the night. His breath smelled like a hint of mint and whisky, a very manly smell that made me want to purr in contentment. If we could stay like this all day, I wouldn’t complain. It was safe here in this bed with him. I should have reservations, but I don’t. My gut had never steered me wrong before while working at the club. Hades leaned back to stretch, and I watched his rippling torso move with his body. Hades was certainly built and it brought a blush to my cheeks as I looked away quickly. His smirk let me know he saw me ogling him but he didn’t say anything, he was too much of a gentleman for that.
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