Page 14 of Hades

He had left his beautiful goddess alone too much, had been growing distant from her just as she had said, and had been blind to how much it had affected her. He only wanted to protect her from this war and his dark moods, but he should have known better. If anyone was strong enough to shoulder this burden with him and handle his darkness, it was Persephone.

She had proven that time and again.

Hades gathered her closer, needing her nearer, and kissed her deeper, a slave to the sensation that seized him, one that demanded he obey it. It was part desire to hold her to him, part desire to bathe in her beauty and her light, and part desire to take her and show her how crazed she made him.

He deepened the kiss, seeking to satisfy those desires, and Persephone wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still. He groaned, unable to hold it back as she stroked her tongue across his lips and lifted her right leg, so her knee brushed his hip. The silky fabric of her dark green dress teased his bare skin and had his hand dropping to clutch her beneath her knee to keep it in contact with him. He shivered and loosed another moan as he touched bare skin rather than the layers of her dress, and skimmed his hand upwards beneath her thigh to brush the material away, exposing it.

Hades drew back when he reached her undergarments and gazed down at her thigh, his mouth going dry as he stroked it and his heart raced. He lifted his gaze to her face and groaned. Her reddened lips beckoned him together with the dazed, heated look in her green eyes, and when she rolled her hips towards him to brush his caged erection, he shot harder than steel.

By the gods, he needed her.

On a feral growl, he seized her hips and pushed her up the post. She moaned and her head tipped back, her scarlet waves tumbling away from her shoulders to expose them. She looked so wanton that he almost lost his head, the urge to take her growing so fierce he had wrapped her legs around his hips and had torn the layers of her dress from between them before he found the strength to pull back on the reins again.

He stilled, his fists tightly gripping the sheer layers of her dress, bunching them at her hips.

Persephone’s steady gaze seared him.

Challenged him.

She wanted him fierce and thought she could sway him into it, as she often did.

Not today.

Hades dropped his lips to her shoulder, kissing it softly, savouring the taste of her skin as she arched towards him. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, begging for his attention, and he clutched her bottom with one hand to keep her in place and lifted the other to her chest. She moaned, her spine arching more as his hand covered her breast and he palmed it through her dress. Her fingers clutched the back of his head, and the little shiver he felt trip through her delighted him as he worked his mouth lower, grazing her collarbone with his teeth.

“Hades,” she murmured.

He breathed her in, his cock growing harder as he caught the scent of her need, and he couldn’t resist the urge to edge his hand towards her core. He groaned in time with her as he found her undergarments were damp, his control fraying as he stroked them and her moisture coated his fingers.

Hades lightly pressed his teeth into her shoulder, fighting the urge to tear the barrier between them away and plunge his fingers deep into her so he could feel how wet she was for him.

As if she knew his thoughts, she rocked her body into his touch, pressing her mound against his palm.

He bit down harder.

Lost his fight.

Hades growled as he shredded her undergarments and his fingers delved between her plush petals. Her moisture bathed them, her cry teasing his ears and driving him on. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, holding nothing back as he stroked between her thighs. It wasn’t enough.

On another vicious snarl, he fell to his knees before her and buried his face where his hand had been.

Persephone’s cry was so loud that it echoed around the mountains.

He growled as he stroked her pert bead with his tongue, the heady taste of her ripping more of his control from him.

Persephone was his.

Always his.

Only his.

That drummed in his blood and his mind as he licked and teased her, as he captured every drop of her desire on his tongue, the thought that her body had only ever known his touch propelling him into a dark, possessive mood. She belonged to him.

The way she gripped his hair and rolled her hips against his face said she wanted him to show her that.

She wanted him to stamp his mark on her as he had countless times before.

He swept his arms beneath her legs and hauled them over his shoulders, clamping his hands down on the tops of her thighs to keep her in place. If she wanted to know that she was his, then he would show her.

---