She let his hands wander across the skin of her lower body until she couldn't stand it any more. She was inflamed with desire, and she needed him.
Sitting up just a little, she reached for his face. Once her hands were on his cheeks, she smoothed her thumbs over his cheekbones for a moment before guiding him between her legs and hoping.
There was something powerful in commanding the god of the Underworld to pleasure her while having nothing for himself. At least not yet. That alone made her feel less fearful than she had all spring long.