Page 157 of A Touch of Chaos

He slipped to the floor and guided her foot to rest against the chair. As he hooked his arms around her thighs, he sucked her clit into his mouth, gazing up at her before he released her.

“Pray to me, darling,” he said. “And I may let you come.”

“I do pray,” she said, her fingers grazing his scalp as she gripped his hair. “I worship you.”

She bore down against him, and he coaxed her to release.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her limbs shaking. She bent forward, unable to remain upright as the tension inside her unraveled in long, slow waves. The move broughther breasts close to Hades’s face, and he teased her nipples with his mouth, sucking and licking until she was able to straighten, though that did not stop him from brushing kisses across her skin.

“Shall we continue our game?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, his mouth glistening with her release.

She held his gaze, her hands on his shoulders. “Of course,” she said, unsuccessfully trying to hide the fact that she was still breathless.

She started to move to her seat, but his grip tightened.

“No,” he said, returning to his chair. “Sit.”

Persephone raised a brow but did as he asked, letting him guide her into his lap, his cock nestled firmly against her ass. The feel of him made it hard to breathe, hard to focus on anything other than how empty she felt.

She preferred this—anything to distract from the nightmare that had preceded this.

“Are you certain you will be able toperform?” she asked.

Hades reached for the cards, and she moved with him.

“I thought we established I can multitask,” he said, his lips and then his teeth brushing her ear. She shivered.

“I’m not sure I like when you multitask,” she said.

“Do you find me lacking?” he asked, shuffling the cards in front of her.

“No,” she said. “But perhaps it means that I am.”

“You severely underestimate your power over me, darling. I am merely determined to do as you have bid.”

She turned her head toward Hades’s, hooking her hand behind his neck, her mouth opening for him, his tongue crashing against hers, and when they parted,Persephone looked to find Hades’s hands fisted, the cards smashed in his grip.

“You ruined them,” she said.

“Fuck the cards, Persephone, and sit on my cock.”

She smiled and lifted herself as Hades guided himself to her entrance. They both groaned as she slid down him. Hades’s hands smoothed up her body, and he cupped her breasts, squeezing them while brushing kisses across her back. Then he spread her legs wide with his and gripped her waist, bouncing her up and down his length.

“Gods,” she whispered, her head rolling back to settle against his shoulder. Hades gripped her jaw and brought their mouths together, kissing her as his hips continued to grind, and his hand moved between her thighs.

She gasped at the feel of him and breathed his name, her body bowing backward as the pleasure swelled, her shoulders pressing into his chest, her body tightening harder as she rose to the tip of his cock and slammed back down.

“Yes, darling. That’s it. Come for me,” Hades said, his face buried in the crook of her neck. “Fuck!”

She came in waves, each one shuddering through her as Hades’s fingers teased her swollen and sensitive clit. She thought she might implode from the bliss.

When he was finished, he held her close, and as the silence descended, so did the darkness.

“I dreamed of bleeding walls,” she said, and his jaw tightened. “What does it mean?”

His arms tightened around her as he answered. “It is a warning.”

“A warning of what?”

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