Hades stepped to the white snow first. Grabbing the side of the carriage door, her feet hesitantly hovered over the snow until Hades's hands gently wrapped around her waist. A single width of his hand could easily covered her waist and noticing how her body for a moment float and twirled around the sky until he placed her down the ground made her breath hitch.
Her heart thump loudly even as his hands had parted from her body, the lingering warmth left a deep itch on her skin, the type of warmth that refuses to leave, causing for her hands to trace the warmth and gently rubbed her own skin with a soft gulp.
That night in her dream, she also recalled how easy it was for his hands to grabbed her inner thigh or pinning her down on the bed.
When he grabbed both of her wrists, placing it over her head in place, that single hand managed to put her into obedience.
How could her dream felt so real...?
