Page 15 of Hades

Hades sucked the eager little bead, eliciting another sharp cry from her that was quickly followed by another as he laved her and then dipped his head to circle her entrance. He lapped and stroked her, sucked and teased her, pushing her to the edge.

And when she was trembling and calling his name, on the precipice of release, he denied her.

She glared at him for that.

The thunderous look on her face as he eased back didn’t last long though.

The moment he delved back between her thighs, she was moaning, begging for more, and when she was close, he eased back again.

And frowned at her this time.

Hades arched an eyebrow at the front of his black trousers.

They were now open, his shaft exposed.

The wicked light in his wife’s green eyes told him that she wouldn’t repent for what she had done, employing her vines to free him while he was distracted. When more vines sprouted from the earth and crept towards him, his look became one of warning. As much as he enjoyed the times when she was in control, he couldn’t let her take the lead today.

He stood in one fluid move, coming to his feet before her, and cupped her mound. She went up on her tiptoes, her lips parting in a silent cry as he pressed two fingers into her wet heat, that look transporting him back centuries to when he had been courting her. He never could get enough of watching her when she was like this, on the verge of breaking apart because of him.

He withdrew his fingers and plunged deeper.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers pressing in tightly as she gasped.

Hades covered her mouth with his and swallowed her next one as he pumped her. When he felt she was close again, her little body greedily clenching his fingers, he pulled them from her and silenced her protest by replacing them with his cock.

She moaned instead as he pressed the blunt head down through her folds and breached her, as he eased into her slowly to torment her as he savoured their joining. She was wet and hot, and everything he needed as she gloved him, gripping him tightly.

When he was as deep as she could take him, he captured her mouth and kissed her slowly, softly, and set a gentle pace. Rather than fighting him, she moaned and wrapped her arms around him, gathering him to her and holding him as he moved inside her. He lost himself in her, awareness of the world falling away as she kissed him and began to move with him.

His beloved.

His everything.

He drew back and stared into her eyes. Love shone brightly in them, blinding him, and he wanted to seize hold of the intangible thing to keep it there in her eyes. No fear. No darkness. Just pure, dazzling light.

She tipped her head back, her eyelids dropping to half-mast as she gazed at him, as she moaned with each plunge of his hips that took them higher. Her breaths came faster, the haze of pleasure building in her eyes as she began clenching, rolling her hips to draw her back into him whenever he withdrew. Hades claimed her lips again and quickened the pace, giving her what she desired, pushing her right to the edge. His shaft grew harder as she teased his tongue with hers, as she rocked on him, and he groaned as sensation traipsed down his spine, gathering in his groin.

On a low, possessive growl, he thrust hard into her, slamming her spine into the wooden post.

Persephone shattered in his arms, her cries bathing his lips as her body milked his. Her thighs shook against his hips, quivering beneath his hands, and he groaned as he pressed deep and followed her. Pleasure rocked him, a thousand miniature explosions that seemed to scatter across every nerve ending in his body to rob him of breath. He stilled as he spilled, shaft throbbing hard within her, discordant to the pulses of her own climax.

He exhaled hard as the last of them hit him and dropped his forehead to meet hers.

She sighed in that way he always loved, always craved—the way that spoke of her bliss and made his chest swell with pride.

And then she gently framed his face with her hands and kissed him softly.

Slowly.

He could feel all her love for him in that kiss.

And he greedily devoured it as awareness of the world and the war began to creep back in.

Hades drew back and gazed down into her eyes, his eyebrows knitting as an urgency gripped him, a desperate and wild need he knew she felt too. It had brought them both to this moment.

“I love you,” he whispered fiercely, needing her to know that—to hear it. “I love you more than anything.”

And he was terrified of losing her.

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