After Ash and Aphrodite had a few more rounds, much later in the night, he found himself entering Persephone's chambers.
He pushed open the heavy doors to Persephone's chambers without knocking.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft flicker of candles.
The air was heavy with the intoxicating scent of Erosence, all drifting from the dark, heady flowers in her gardens.
She had crafted them to smell exactly like him—or at least, how she remembered.
The fragrance clung to everything: the black silk sheets, the drapes, even the rugs beneath their feet.
As Ash took in her chambers, his gaze shifted to Persephone, already rising from the bed as he stepped inside.
And she was.... completely naked.
Her hair, like spilled ink, tumbled over her shoulders, her pale skin glowing softly in the dim light, curves striking and enticing.
In one hand, she held a coil of black silk rope; in the other, nothing—just waiting.
She caught his gaze and smirked, her voice low and husky.
