Page 97 of A Touch of Chaos

Hades woke to Persephone’s kiss.

He groaned and pressed one hand into her back. The other sought her breast, first through her robe and then sliding beneath it. He twisted her nipple between his fingers, pleased with her breathless groan.

He released her for a moment and tore the tie ofher robe free. He rolled on top of her and buried his face between her breasts, kissing her there before lavishing each one with his tongue, licking and sucking her while she writhed beneath him and slid her foot along his engorged cock.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he brought his mouth to hers.

She pulled him down and he took the chance to dig his feet into the bed, grinding into her, flesh against flesh. He could barely think, it felt so good.

He moved to the side, and his hand swept lower, over her stomach to the apex of her thighs, where he circled her clit and let his fingers slide along her slick entrance.

“So fucking wet,” he hummed against her skin, kissing down her neck. He withdrew his fingers, coating her clit with that liquid heat until it grew hard beneath his touch, shifting over her again. He had every intention of kissing down her body and fucking her with his tongue when her fingers dug into his skin, halting him.

“Hades,” she said. He knew by the tone of her voice that she had surfaced from the haze of her desire.

Don’t say stop, he pleaded, but it seemed wrong to say those words aloud.

“Just let me taste you,” he groaned.

She sat up, which forced him to sit back on his knees.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

He looked down at the bandaged wound, stained with crimson.

“I was probably bleeding before this,” he said, though those words likely didn’t help his case.

Persephone’s lips flattened, and she pulled her robe closed. “I’m sorry, Hades. I shouldn’t—I didn’t mean—”

“Neverapologize for that,” he said.

They stared at each other, and he knew she felt terrible. She crawled to the other side of the bed.

He sighed, frustrated, and flopped onto his back.

His cock mocked him, pointing straight into the air. He lay there, silent for a few moments, before he wrapped his fingers around his erection. He couldn’t believe he was going to have to jerk off while his wife lay beside him, wet as fuck.

“What about ‘no sex’ is so hard for you to get?” Persephone asked.

“My fucking dick, Persephone,” he snapped. “That’s what’shard.”

Silence followed his angry outburst. He let go of himself, placing both his hands beneath his head. In the quiet, he felt ridiculous for being so frustrated.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…imagined all this very differently.”

After a few moments, Persephone whispered, “Me too.”

He felt her move, and then she was beside him, shedding her robe.

“What can I do?” she asked.

“Anything,” he answered. Excitement shot straight to the end of his cock.

She gave him a wry look. “That won’t hurt you.”

He pretended to consider her question, but he had a list of answers.

“Sit on my face,” he said.

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