Page 11 of The Dread Queen's Bargain

“Show me,” Persephone whispered against Hades’s lips. The tension between them shattered. Persephone felt the moment Hades lost all control.

He kissed her furiously as if they were on borrowed time. One of his hands came up to her head, tangling in her hair. Hades used his grip to tilt her head exactly how he wanted it, and Persephone relished the sudden loss of control. His tongue licked against the seam of her mouth, but she delighted in denying him.

Hades growled and bit her bottom lip, tightening his grip on her waist before dropping his hand to her ass and giving it a quick slap.

“Open for me,” he demanded.

Persephone’s desire to fight and tease Hades bled right out of her body at the command. She obeyed, and Hades’s tongue stroked against hers.

Persephone lifted her leg, wrapping it around his thigh. The position pressed their pelvises together, and Persephone moaned into Hades’s mouth as his erection rocked against her core. Her legs were bare, and the rough fabric of his chiton was rubbing against her thighs. Persephone couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, and she pulled away, gasping.

Hades trailed his lips down her chin, across her jaw, and down her neck, before sucking at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Persephone’s hips started canting against him, her body moving with a mind of its own, desperate to feel him inside of her.

“Please,” Persephone finally gasped, “I need you. I need you now.”

“Bedroom,” Hades grunted before reattaching his lips to her skin.

“No,” Persephone whined. “Now.”

Hades pulled back slightly. Persephone’s thighs clenched together at the sight of him. His curls were mussed and sticking up in errant directions, and his pupils were blown out with arousal—she assumed she looked similar. Dark wisps of magic and power started emanating off Hades’s body, smelling like leather and pine trees. Persephone succumbed to another wave of desire, feeling her arousal on her thighs.

“Despoina—” Hades started, but Persephone cut him off. She didn’t want to hear him say that name.

“On the floor,” Persephone snapped.

The ache between her legs was intensifying to the point where the absence of Hades inside of her was nearly painful. Hades gave her a wicked smile and dropped to the tile, propping himself up on his elbows.

Persephone bit her lip at the sight of one of the world’s most ancient gods on the ground at her feet. His chiton was tented with his evident need for her. Persephone had never desired power like other gods, but at that moment, she thought she could take any of the gods on and win.

“Take your clothes off.” Persephone panted, standing between Hades’s legs.

“You first,” he challenged.

Persephone grabbed the hem of her garment and ripped it over her head in one smooth movement. Her hair came loose, and her naked form was on display, long hair hanging down to her waist.

“Fuck me,” Hades growled. He sat up and wrapped his hands around Persephone’s thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses up her legs.

“I’m trying to,” Persephone gasped.

“You offend Aphrodite herself,” Hades murmured, getting closer to her core. Persephone shivered. His touch was electric, and she had to shake herself free from the sensations, the pulse in her core becoming overwhelming.

“I need you inside me.” Persephone went to straddle Hades, but he stopped her and held her upright.

“I just want a taste,” he murmured, sounding like a starving man.

Persephone almost gave in, but something in her mind was egging her on. It was as though there was some countdown in her head, magic whispering in her ear that he needed to be inside of her and quickly.

“Later,” Persephone shook her head. She leaned down and grabbed his brooch, ripping it free from the chiton and tearing the fabric. She grinned in satisfaction as the cloth pooled at his waist, revealing a sculpted, hairy chest.

“All of it off,” Persephone sounded frantic. All her thoughts had vacated the premises; black magic and the soft powers of spring were mixing in her veins as if they were already copulating inside of her. Somehow, it amplified her need as sweat covered her body in a light sheen.

Hades grabbed the chiton, tore it, and threw it to the side. Persephone nearly sighed in relief at the sight of Hades’s cock, already dripping with precome and thick with arousal.

Persephone adjusted her knees on either side of his thighs, gripping the base of his erection and slowly guiding him inside her as she sat down. She went slowly, adjusting to the stretch of him as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck,” Hades swore loudly, his hands gripping Persephone’s waist so tightly, she was sure he’d leave bruises. Persephone let out small, breathy gasps every time she took another inch. The burn was exquisite, and she relished it, throwing her head back and sighing.

“Come on,” Hades encouraged her, “take it all, love. I need to know every inch of me is inside this sweet pussy.” Hades pressed his thumb to her clit and began moving in slow circles, taking her nipple in his mouth and beginning to suck. The additional stimulation flooded Persephone’s body, and she took him the rest of the way, her body flush with his.

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