Inside her mind, my influence twisted the question into sothing she couldn’t easily dismiss. A quiet voice whispered:
’Yes... I think I have.’
Elizabeth’s crimson lips parted slightly, but no words ca out imdiately. Her glacial silver eyes stared at , cold as ever on the surface, yet sothing deeper was stirring, sothing that would soon make her body ache for the very son she had once kept at a distance.
The taboo territory was still far away, but the path was opening.
I sensed the faint tremor beneath, the way her breathing had grown just a fraction deeper, causing the thin black silk to stretch taut over the full swell of her breasts. The faint outline of her nipples pressed harder against the fabric, a silent betrayal of the heat I was feeding into her veins.
The wind howled around the pavilion, but between us, the air had grown thick with unspoken tension and the first fragile threads of her coming submission.
She took another half-step closer, almost involuntarily. The slit in her robe parted wider, exposing the smooth, pale expanse of her inner thigh all the way to the dangerous curve where leg t hip.
The silver chain belt swayed gently with the movent, brushing against her skin like a lover’s touch. My gaze dropped for a mont, drinking in the sight, and a fresh wave of desire surged through .
Gods, she was perfection, cold, emotionless beauty wrapped in silk so sheer it might as well have been an invitation to rip it away.
The air between us thickened, heavy with forbidden tension. I could sll her intoxicating scent, frost and night-blooming flowers, mixed now with the faint, subtle musk of arousal that my influence was drawing out.
My own body reacted violently, blood rushing south as I imagined sliding my hands beneath that plunging neckline, cupping the soft weight of her breasts, feeling her pale skin flush under my fingers despite the freezing wind.
I leaned in closer, our faces re inches apart. "Mother... you’re trembling," I whispered, even though she wasn’t, not visibly. But inside, I knew the conflict was raging. "Let warm you."
Another strong pulse from Hades’ eyes pushed the thought deeper:
’His touch... it might feel good. Just this once. He is so close... so... masculine...’ Her silver eyes flickered.
For the briefest mont, her long lashes lowered, and her body swayed toward , the silk robe brushing against my chest. The heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric was unmistakable now.
Her full lips were so close I could almost taste the crimson paint on them. My hand rose instinctively, fingers hovering just above the curve of her waist, ready to pull her against and cross that final, deadly line.
Then, without warning, her eyes widened considerably.
They glowed bright red.
Not the faint crimson of my own awakened eyes, but a vivid, blazing scarlet that pierced through the hypnotic haze like a blade. A terrifying wave of raw power exploded outward from her, slamming into my chest and shattering the connection between us in an instant.
I staggered back, the force nearly knocking off the edge of the pavilion.
Elizabeth moved like lightning. In one fluid motion, she distanced herself, retreating several steps until the width of the pavilion separated us.
The glowing red in her eyes faded as quickly as it had appeared, returning to their usual glacial silver.
Her expression remained perfectly emotionless, yet her chest rose and fell with slightly quicker breaths, the only visible sign that sothing had nearly broken.
She stood there in silence, the wind whipping her long silver hair around her flawless face and plastering the thin black silk even tighter against her body.
The plunging neckline revealed the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the fabric clinging wetly to every curve from the mist.
Her long legs were slightly apart, the high slits of the robe exposing pale skin that looked almost luminous against the dark stone. The silver chain at her hips still swayed, mocking with its gentle motion.
For several long seconds, neither of us spoke.
Elizabeth’s silver eyes narrowed faintly as she stared at . She raised one elegant hand to her temple, as if trying to clear away lingering fog. Inside her mind, now shielded from my direct influence, I could sense the suspicion blooming.
’What... was that?’ she thought, her usual cold detachnt cracking just enough for confusion to seep through. ’Why did I... lean toward him? Why did his words make feel... warm? I was about to let him touch . I was about to...’
She didn’t finish the thought, but the lingering tension hung heavy in the air between us.
Her gaze drifted involuntarily down my body before snapping back up, a flicker of sothing dark and unsettled crossing her features for the briefest mont.
The seductive pull of her presence hadn’t diminished in the slightest. If anything, the near-miss only made her more intoxicating, the way the silk molded to her hardened nipples, the way her hips shifted subtly as she composed herself, the way her crimson lips remained slightly parted as if still tasting the forbidden words I had planted.
"You should leave," she said at last. Her voice was as flat and emotionless as ever, yet there was a new undercurrent beneath it, sothing guarded, almost wary. "The mountain is no place for idle conversation."
She turned slightly, presenting with her profile, the elegant line of her neck, the curve of her breast straining against the silk, the long silver hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. Even in rejection, she looked like sin incarnate.
But the tension lingered. Thick. Heavy. Unresolved.
I could see it in the way her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly at her sides, in the way her silver eyes refused to fully et mine again. She was wondering. Questioning.
The seeds I had planted were still there, buried deep, waiting for the next opportunity to take root.
I didn’t push further. Not yet. The red glow in her eyes had been a clear warning, this woman was far more powerful than she let on, and forcing the issue now would be suicidal.
Instead, I offered a small, respectful bow, keeping my own silver eyes calm.
"As you wish, Mother."
As I turned to leave, I felt her gaze burning into my back, cold, suspicious, yet still carrying that faint, dangerous trace of the heat I had almost awakened.
The taboo line had been approached... but not crossed.
Not today.
The climb down the mountain felt longer than the climb up, the wind colder, my body still aching with unspent desire.
But one thing was certain: the next ti I faced Elizabeth, I would be better prepared.
Hades’ eyes had tasted her resistance.
Next ti, they would break it.
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