Page 33 of The Dread Queen's Bargain

“Your throne?”

“Done.”

“Your kingdom?”

“All of it. I’ll fight Poseidon and give you the seas if you ask.”

Persephone laughed again and stepped closer to him, nearly straddling Hades in the chair but still not touching him. She placed her hands over his and leaned forward, watching Hades’s eyes go immediately to look down her garments.

“You should’ve negotiated.” Persephone grinned wickedly. “You’ve just bartered away your throne and your kingdom, and I would’ve settled for your heart and your cock.”

Hades practically roared and surged forward, wrapping his arms around Persephone’s waist and pulling her into his lap. Her legs went on either side of his as she straddled him.

“We should probably talk more about this,” Hades growled. He started kissing Persephone’s neck, and she started rocking against his thighs.

“I think we’ve talked enough,” Persephone gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Whatever this destiny is, I accept it. We can figure out the details later.”

“Good answer,” Hades growled. He nipped at her jaw, and Persephone started canting her hips faster.

“Such a pretty goddess,” Hades murmured against her skin.

Persephone’s entire body was beginning to overheat, and any semblance of thought disappeared from her mind. She may have been in control a few moments ago, but as soon as his hands were on her, Persephone belonged to Hades.

“More, more!” Persephone moaned softly, her head falling back.

Hades wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled the other hand in her hair, twisting it around his fist. He used it to pull Persephone’s head to the side, giving him more access as he left a necklace of red marks around her neck. Persephone could hardly catch her breath, relishing the feeling of Hades’s beard on her skin and the sharp, exquisite tug of his hand in her hair.

“Go on,” Hades encouraged, sounding wicked. “Does it feel good when you rub against my thigh like that?”

Persephone nodded, her voice failing her as the sensations started to build between her legs.

“No.” Hades shook his head and tightened his grip on her waist, effectively stopping her movements. “Use your words.”

Hades shook his head and tightened his grip on her waist, effectively stopping her movements. Persephone’s eyes flew open, and she nearly started whining.

“Use your words,” Hades repeated. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-yes,” Persephone stuttered. Her hips started moving of their own accord, trying to find friction, but there was nothing but empty air and soft fabric between her thighs.

“Good,” Hades praised, “but I need to hear it all, love.”

Persephone was practically vibrating in his arms.

“Yes,” Persephone gasped, “it feels good. You feel good. Yes. Yes!”

She started babbling, desperate for more. Hades’s smile widened, his pupils blown out as he placed her back on his lap.

“Go ahead.” Hades snapped his fingers, and their clothes disappeared. “Show me how desperate you are for it. I want you to stroke my cock while you grind on my thigh, baby.”

Persephone cried in relief. Her legs were stretched wide over Hades’s thighs, his broad body underneath hers. Hades was already hard, his cock leaking and already streaking his abs with precome. Persephone wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking Hades, finding a rhythm as she stroked him and rocked her bare pussy against his leg.

Hades moaned at the sensation and couldn’t take his eyes off Persephone. She was already coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Each curve of her body looked designed to be fucked.

“So good,” Hades grunted. “You’re making such a mess. Do you think you can take me?”

“Yes!” Persephone nodded her head eagerly, teasing herself with each drag of her hips but unable to get enough friction to come.

Hades flexed his grip in her hair and tilted her head downward.

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