Page 34 of The Dread Queen's Bargain

“Get my cock wet if you want it,” Hades commanded her. His tone had an edge of power as his voice dropped even lower and nearly shook the room.

Persephone licked her lips at the sight of him, flushed and hard, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck,” Hades growled. His whole body tensed as his erection twitched, his eyes predatory as he stared back at Persephone. “It’s going to need more than that, baby. Touch yourself.”

“Oh, gods.” Persephone nodded. She slipped two fingers between her legs, her body shaking with the need to come. Persephone fucked herself for a few moments, curling her fingers the way she liked until her body seized.

“Stop,” Hades commanded. Persephone screamed with frustration but immediately obeyed, unable to refuse Hades. “Now, rub it on me.”

“You’re such a bastard,” Persephone hissed, but there was only desperation in her tone. Hades only chuckled under his breath but was cut off when Persephone touched him again. Her hand was wet with her arousal, and Hades found himself thrusting into her grip, groaning like an injured animal when she twisted her wrist on the uptake.

“Stop!” Hades barked.

They were both struggling to catch their breath, and the room smelled of sex and sweat. Hades swallowed thickly and stared at Persephone for a few seconds, completely lost in their attraction. Hades released his grip on Persephone and grabbed her face, kissing her fiercely and biting at her bottom lip.

“Please fuck me.” Persephone sighed against him.

Hades kissed her again like he was trying to steal her breath.

“Are you ready for it?” Hades teased, his voice already sounding wrecked and out of breath.

“Yes, you fucking dick,” Persephone snapped, so aroused, she was almost in pain.

“Go lean over the bed.” Hades kissed her jaw. “Show me your pretty cunt is ready for me.”

Persephone froze. Suddenly, all she could hear in her head was her mother’s disparaging comments—critiquing and picking apart the way her body had always been. Insecurity flickered across her face, and Persephone nearly bolted from the room.

Hades picked up on the shift in her body language and cupped her chin softly, angling her head so she was forced to look him in the eye.

“Did I say something? Did I do something you didn’t like?” His voice was so earnest and concerned, it made tears well up in Persephone’s eyes. He abandoned his pleasure in an instant, immediately concerned with Persephone’s changing mood.

“No, no,” Persephone whispered, “it’s not you. I… I just… Sometimes, it doesn’t always happen, but my mother, like, I have all these insecurities about…how I look, and it’s random when it strikes.” Persephone started babbling, struggling to string the sentences together. Most of the time, her mother’s opinion never got to her, but there was something so raw and honest about the way they were coming together now that triggered Persephone’s thoughts.

Hades’s expression went from total adoration to pure fury, aimed entirely at Demeter. He tightened his grip gently on Persephone’s face, looking her straight in the eye.

“I know what I say doesn’t undo centuries of the poison Demeter has filled your head with,” he whispered, “but you are everything I dared dream for in a partner.”

He kissed Persephone’s nose.

“In a woman.”

A kiss to her cheek.

“In a consort.”

A kiss on her brow.

“In a goddess.”

Persephone’s cheeks were wet with tears as she nodded. Hades smiled at her, and she kissed him back, trying to convey her building love and adoration for him. She’d stopped trying to understand everything that’d happened to her since she stumbled into the Underworld that fateful day.

The kiss grew more desperate, and Persephone’s delayed pleasure started growing again between her legs. Hades’s erection was still heavy between them, and Persephone quickly worked herself up again to the point of delirium with need.

“Now,” she demanded, panting again. “I need you now.”

Hades smiled, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her flushed body. “How do you want it, my love?”

Persephone dragged her nails down his chest, reveling in the desperate sounds she coaxed out of Hades. “The… The way you said.” Persephone blushed, biting her lip as she looked at him. She’d never been a coquettish lover, but Hades made her feel like a cat in heat. Hades’s eyes lit up.

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