Wrath

Dark locks of hair were sprawled on his forehead dripping like molten honey.

His eyes so full of life yet of death, their colour grey-a fallen angel, a king, liquid silver swirling with sweet nectar or was it poison?

Those dark cherry lips were the sweetest forbidden pleasure.

That deep velvety chocolate voice known to shake hell and heaven send a shiver down her spine.

A single breath taken...a single word spoken....two hearts awoken""Persephone"" he whispered.

"Hades" her breath hitched and like wind he was gone.