Hades felt her drawing away from him, fighting him. This only drove him on, making him want her more. The more she fought the harder she tried to get away from him the more he wanted her to submit to him. He deepened the kiss pushing her back onto the bed. With one hand and the majority of his bodyweight he held her down as he tore away her cloths and slowly drew his hand over her tight stomach gently stroking her skin with his fingertips as he kissed her deeper, harder more demanding. His own cloths began to shimmer and disappear.  He didn't let her go as his hands explored her and kept on kissing her headless of her own desire. He didn't care if she didn't want him. He wanted her and he was going to have her. Hades would take her and he would make her his no matter what. She would become his wife regardless of what anyone else wanted. In time she would learn who he was and she would come to love him. Of this he had no doubts.