Healed by a Handsome devil!!…

*He walks in, and my heart beats differently!!...*

**Proserpina**
I was still shocked, and from the corner of my eye, I could see that Hades was eager to know why I took the name 'Melinoe', and I was paralyzed with fear. Tears started erupting on my face.
"Easy there...you're alright?" He said in a soft tone, taking my fears away.
"I...I'm." I tried to keep my voice steady, but it was proving difficult with my heart beating so fast.
"You are cold." He spoke, not taking his eyes off mine for a second. My nerves tensed as he pulled me closer, gripping my body.
"I..." I tried speaking, but he stopped me. He raised his hand with one gentle sweep, pushed the hair from my face, and tucked it behind my ears. The heat penetrated my skin and pierced my heart like a pure sexual current by his touch. The pain left my body for a moment. I was taken aback and looked into his eyes. They were filled with intense emotions. I could look into them for hours, getting lost in their beauty. He ran his hand down my chest until he got under my breast. He pulled my torn dress slightly.
"What are...?"
"Ssshh." He interrupted me and touched my wound with his fingers, making me flinch. I closed my eyes at the beautiful pain his touch caused. I put my hand to my side to feel the warm, thick blood oozing.
"Oh no, don't touch that." His voice was smooth, and it had a calming effect on my mind. But the pain overtook me, and I could feel acid in my mouth. My eyes were shutting down.
"Kora, stay awake and talk to me," he said, blowing more scent my way. I breathed deeply as it took the pain away briefly.
"I...my side..." I said, trying to make sense, but the words wouldn't come out right.
"Kora, can you hear me? You'll be fine, don't close your eyes." Hades spoke, leaning over me.
"I don't want to die," I said.
"I'll save you," he said.
"Who are you? Supernatural guardian angel?" I asked. Undoubtedly, he was supernatural, but I couldn't figure out what exactly.
"Something like that...supernatural and guardian but not an angel!" He let out a nervous laugh. I looked at the surroundings and found ourselves almost at the tip of the mountains. I was shocked that he moved so fast, but then my mind switched to the pain.
"I know it pains, but I will make it go away." He spoke, pressing my wound and took a deep breath.
"How can you do that?" I began to ask, but he frowned at me.
"First, tell me, did you think so little for your life as to put yourself in danger for me?" The displeasure was evident in his voice.
"I...I don't know why," I was nervously stuttering.
"You won't do anything stupid, for there may not be the next time." He warned me.
"But you always save me. You hate me, yet you save my life," I whispered. His features softened as he spoke, "I don't hate you, but I have my other reasons...you'll not understand..." he started, but I cut him off.
"I want to, but you didn't give me a chance," I demanded sternly.
"I had no choice but to stay away from you. I am a bad guy with a bounty on my head. If you stay closer to me, they would think of you as my weakness and then fuck knows what they would have done. What that psychotic harpy would have done." He took a deep breath and dragged a hand through his hair in frustration before continuing, "Hell, but she could have done so much worse than she already did, so you need to understand, Your. Safety. Matters."
His words shocked me. I never thought that a man like Hades, who pretends to be indifferent from the outside, has a tornado of emotions rolling deep inside his heart.
"I am, however, sorry about those words. Please do understand." His words clearly showed that he was remorseful for his actions.
"I do," I said, forgetting about my injury momentarily. His eyes grew tense. Then he took hold of my hand, took a cloth from his pocket and pressed it on my wound. After exerting pressure, he slowly pulled his hand away to assess the damage.
"The bleeding has slowed down. I would strangle her dead body for hurting you." He murmured with pure hatred.
"How do you know this thing is a 'she'?" I asked, pointing at her, making him grant me an amused look.
"Well, all the harpies are 'she', according to my knowledge," he stated in a confused tone.
"Okay...I thought you noticed her sagging breasts as I did."
"Come again?" He asked after jerking in some sort of double take.
"Sagging breasts!" I said, raising an eyebrow at the dead harpy.
"Yeah, I got that part." He snapped angrily.
"Not a fan of your ex-girlfriend, then?" I asked. He gave me a look as if I was some possessed woman with three heads.
"Are you for real, woman!?" He spoke in an unbelievable tone.
"Well, she tried to knock your ass. And let me guess the reason...you being a bad-ass boyfriend to her?" I tried for some humour as he continued assessing my wound.
"Seriously!?" He was almost on the verge of throwing me back to the Styx.
"Yep, so she just turned into a crazy bitch...No offence, you're hot and everything, but you suck in the woman's department...not just suck, you totally suck."
"Still you swoon over me??? If you want to date me, ask." He winked. My cheeks almost melted at his words.
"No...no, seeing your history and choice of woman, I'm not sure I want to chance to date you...so, just friends, yeah?" At this, his lips twitched as he tried not to grin but instead held onto his anger.
"Absolutely not...now stay still," he replied, making me smile this time, knowing he didn't want to be my friend. Because I know that eventhough he pushes me away, he still likes me.
"Then what...my boyfriend!?" The moment the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to smack my head.
Fuck! What was I thinking?
His eyes glowed like lava orbs as he looked into mine and held my gaze for a few seconds longer than what was comfortable. I was almost choking, as if my lungs had forgotten to breathe.
"I don't do boyfriend stuff."
"Your bad!" I blurted out, shrugging my shoulder, wincing again as I kept forgetting the mild pain.
"I told you to hold still!" He angrily growled.
"Alright, Mr. Harpy's ex!" I teased him because I obviously couldn't help myself, and it was also helping me forget the pain.
"Just admit that you're jealous of my bitchy ex," he spoke, joining the fun. He was doing this to distract me from the pain. And his comment was a good comeback, so I let him have that one with nothing more than a roll of my eyes.
"Did you roll your eyes at me?" he asked.
"No, I didn't!" I said. He raised a stern brow, silently calling me on my bullshit.
"Oh, come on, what are you going to do? Spank my ass?"
"Stop moving and let me take off your dress," He demanded, stealing my breath.
"Erm, why?" I asked.
He leaned closer to my face and said, "Because these creatures hunt in groups, and the scent of your blood will drive them wild, and I don't know how much more I can kill before I'm done." I suddenly looked down at myself and, for the first time, realized he was right. I looked like a giant, walking and talking blood candy to the vampires.
"I...I...you...!" I stuttered as my adrenaline ran dry. So, he took my face in his hands and cooed softly in my ears, "I will only take care of your wound, okay?" he said in a soothing voice.
"Okay," I said in a low voice.
"I am going to take this dress off you now," He told me, taking a good look at where to start. At first, he looked as if he was going to rip the thing off me, but then he reached behind me, stepping closer as if hugging me and then unzipping my dress.
I swear it felt like he was about to make love to me. An untamable hunger for a mouth-bashing and tongues-fighting kiss rose in my gut. And I wasn't the only one feeling this way. His heavy breathing, tense muscles and intense gaze down were proof of that. He took half a step back and pulled my dress down my shoulders with both hands. I sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed the skin of my arms until the bloody dress fell from my body. His eyes scanned the length of me in nothing but a tattered bra and laced panties, and his hands snaked my waist. Then something strange took place. He placed his palm on my wound and put some pressure on my wound. A wave of heat entered my body and coursed through my bloodstream, making me convulse. It felt like someone had injected me with drugs. The wave then passed through my nerves, and it felt like the wound was sealing away. I gasped for breath once he removed his palm, and my knees gave out.
"I've got you," He hummed softly in my ear, holding me in his embrace. Every fibre felt strong, as if raw energy had entered my body. My muscles tensed, and I felt them grow powerful.
"Hades...," I whispered.
"That's it, just relax into me and let me take care of you."
With this, I rested my head against his neck. I could feel his body getting tensed for a second before he calmed down his senses.
I felt this was our moment: no fear, nightmares, or danger. I want to cling to this moment always...and forever!
We both remained still, just breathing in sync, in a close embrace. I could swear he whispered something into my neck, which felt so good. His arms moved across my body, which was all I could remember. He must have been cleaning and dressing me, but I don't know how long it lasted; as the weird thoughts and questions floated through my mind, I wondered what he tasted like. How will his kisses touch the forbidden parts of my body? How is he being able to heal me? Why do I feel some strange bond between us? And the most intriguing one,
Who is this Melinoe, and what is the secret of my blood-
The venom of Blood!

*Sometimes you just need to crash into someone's arm!!...*