Page 219 of A Touch of Chaos

They were quiet, and then Persephone spoke. “What are you thinking about?”

“I am not sure you wish to know,” he said.

She lifted her head and looked at him. “I always want to know your thoughts.”

Hades smiled, his eyes glittering. “They are not so complicated,” he said, but then he paused before saying, “I am thinking about how many times we have come close to never having a moment like this again.”

Persephone was quiet after his confession. In some ways, it was comforting, knowing his thoughts were similar to her own.

“Do you think those thoughts will ever go away?” she asked.

“Eventually,” he said.

“What do we do? Until then?” she asked.

“Whatever it takes,” he said. “But we should make a promise that if either of us has those thoughts, we will tell the other.”

She raised a brow at his suggestion. It was ironic, given that he had not wanted to tell her his thoughts earlier. “You realize if you make a promise, it is binding?”

He smiled. “I do,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But I will do anything to keep you from suffering alone with your thoughts.”

She held his gaze for a few moments and traced his bottom lip.

“I love you,” she said, and she wanted him to feel just how much. She kissed him, softly at first, then harder, shifting so that her knees were on either side of his body, highly aware of his arousal and the heat it stirred inside her.

She sat back, sliding over his cock.

“Care to share your thoughts now?” she asked as his hands closed over her breasts. He squeezed them as she ground against him.

He grinned. “There are too many to count.”

“I did not ask you to count them,” she said.

“Hmm. I am thinking about how beautiful you are and how much I fucking love your breasts and that I want to suck them until you scream. I’m thinking about how long I’ll let you ride my cock before I fuck you into oblivion.”

“All those things sound like promises,” she said.

“They are,” he replied.

She smiled, almost delirious, and slid down Hades’s length. They both groaned, and then the doors burst open.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and…” Hermes paused when he saw them on the bed and then grinned. “Sexy!”

Persephone groaned again and then collapsed against Hades’s chest. The high she’d been riding crashed hard. “Hermes, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to collect your plaything,” he said. “Sorry if he’s in use, but this is nonnegotiable.”

“Everythingis negotiable,” Persephone said.

“I’m afraid this isn’t,” said Hecate, sweeping into the room.

“Hecate!” Persephone said, pushing against Hades’s chest. She had every intention of running to the goddess and pulling her into a tight hug, but the sudden movement reminded her that she was both naked and currently impaled by Hades’s cock. It occurred to her that she should be more embarrassed, but with friends like Hermes and Hecate and a lover like Hades, it was pointless.

They had no boundaries, and Hades was willing to fuck her anywhere. Though she did cover herself with a blanket.

Hecate smiled. “Hello, my dear,” she said.

“Am I the only one who finds this really fucking annoying?” Hades asked.

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