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Instead, she rose until he was barely inside her before coming down hard. Then she did it again and again, and slowly her pace began to increase until the sounds of their flesh slamming together filled the room. He loved it, wanted more of it. His hands tightened on her waist, and when she grew tired, he took over, thrusting into her. He couldn’t decide what he liked most: the way her breasts bounced as he took her or the look of ecstasy on her face. Both filled him with an insatiable lust.

He shifted, framing her face with his hands, holding her in place. The instructions were clear—look at me.

She did.

Her hands flexed over his shoulders, her knees pressed in on his sides, and her mouth hovered over his, her breath hot on his lips. His eyes fell there, and then he kissed her and rolled, bringing her beneath him. He ground into her a few times as their tongues clashed before rising to his knees. He gripped her thighs and pulled her closer until he could feel her ass against his balls, and then he drove his hips into hers, his muscles tightening with each arch of her back and twist of her fingers into the sheets.

Then she started to move, and he was completelylost, unaware of anything save her. His fingers spread across her skin as he gripped her hips harder. He knew she was close when she reached for his thighs, when she ground into him to ensure he stayed in one spot, so he trapped her clit between his fingers, sliding up and down. As her climax swelled, so did her clit, and the urge to take it into his mouth was too overwhelming to pass up.

He withdrew from her to the shock of Persephone, whose cry of frustration was silenced by a deep moan as his mouth closed over the swollen bud, sucking and licking until the first wave of her orgasm hit. As she writhed, he kept pressure on her clit with his fingers and slammed into her again, letting her muscles contract around him and coax him to release.

He groaned as the first stream of come burst from him. The second made his arms shake, and after the third, he collapsed against Persephone’s slick skin. He rested his head against her breasts as her fingers shifted through his hair. He was so content and his eyes so heavy, he could have fallen asleep, but then Persephone spoke.

Her voice was almost jarring after they’d spent so long in silence, save for their ragged breaths, though sometimes Hades felt like their bodies said more than words could manage.

“How do I know if my mother was fated to die?”

Thatis what you’re thinking about right now?

It was what he wanted to ask because he’d much rather know that she was thinking about him and how he’d just fucked her utterly and completely mindless.

Except that, apparently, he hadn’t.

He’d have to try again.

Except he knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to find a way through the guilt, to lessen the blame.

He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Do you think knowing will make accepting your role in her death easier?”

Her breaths grew heavier, and he knew she was about to cry. He shifted higher up her body so their faces were aligned.

“I don’t know how to live with this,” she said, her body quaking beneath him.

He shifted to his side, pulling her back to his chest, curling himself around her as she sobbed. It was all he could offer. He had nothing else.

CHAPTER XXIV

THESEUS

Theseus waited by the door of Zeus’s office wearing the Helm of Darkness. Hypnos, God of Sleep, whom Theseus had plucked from the Underworld during his attack, had taken the form of a colorful bird and was chained to a perch nearby.

Across the room, Hera stood before a row of tall windows overlooking the vast estate she shared with the God of the Sky on Mount Olympus. She was dressed in a silk robe, cinched tight around the waist. She had anointed herself with oils that smelled both sharp and sweet, and when she moved, her skin glistened. She was sure to be an inviting treat for Zeus, who would not see that she was too proud to be beautiful and too severe for seduction, because despite his wandering eye and raging cock, he loved her.

“What is taking so long?” Theseus demanded in frustration.

He checked his watch.

They had been waiting for over an hour, and he was growing impatient. This was only the start of his plan, but its success would determine how the rest of the day—and those following—unfolded.

“You expect Zeus to be mindful of my time?”

“Any man would be mindful of time when sex is on the table,” he said. “Unless, of course, he is not motivated by the promise of your body.”

Theseus noted how the goddess stiffened and glared in his direction, though she could not see him.

“Iaskedfor a meeting,” she said.

“So you thought to lure him with the promise of what? Talk?”

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