Page 74 of Hades

He was going to make her beg.

That lightning struck again, surging through her to bring her body to life, sensitising every inch of her as she thought about the times he had done this before, how he had driven her to the point of madness before allowing her release. She shivered, trembling already, desperate with a need for him.

Her gaze lowered to the front of his leathers, the thick outline of his cock capturing her attention and flooding her with an ache to touch it again. She wanted that inside her. Craved it. Was willing to beg him for it right now, but the hunger that lit his eyes as she lifted hers back to meet them warned her he wasn’t going to make it that easy.

Hades pulled her head back further, forcing her chin up, and dropped his mouth to her throat. He bit down hard, his fangs puncturing her skin, and pain skittered along her shoulder and up her neck, a hot blast of pleasure following it as he released her and licked the marks. His tongue swiped over them, each caress sending another ripple of bliss through her, and then he bit down again, ripping a cry from her as pain melded with pleasure, as intense heat swept through her, burning up her blood.

Her hands flew to his head, her fingers burrowing into his thick dark hair to hold him to her, to cling to him as he licked the wounds again, cranking her temperature up to an unbearable degree.

“Hades,” she whispered. “Please.”

He growled against her skin. “Please?”

Gripped the strap of her black nightgown and wrenched it down, exposing her breasts.

She trembled, arching her breasts towards him, barely in control of her own body as need built inside her. “Touch me.”

His dark gaze lowered to her breasts and he swooped on them, capturing a bead between his lips and biting down. She barked out a cry as sparks skittered across her chest, all gathering to shoot downwards, to between her thighs. Her hips pressed forwards of their own accord, eager for his touch too. The apex of her thighs met his leg and she rubbed wantonly against it, a moan bubbling up her throat as she desperately rocked, unable to find just the right amount of friction to set her off.

Hades admonished her with another nip as he caught her waist and pressed her back.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice a dark promise that urged her to wait but had her wild with a need to rush.

He lowered his head back to her breast, stroking his tongue around her nipple before he bit it again, grazing her delicate flesh with fangs this time. She arched towards him, a cry flying from her lips as another hot wave of pleasure rolled through her, as that ache between her thighs grew more demanding.

Hades slapped his hand against her mound, cupping it through her nightgown, and snarled, “This is mine.Youare mine.”

“Yours. All yours,” she murmured throatily, unable to stop herself from rocking against his palm.

“So damp,” he murmured, his voice gone lower, and she shivered as he teased her with the lightest brush of his fingers. His dark gaze met hers. “I want you wetter. I want you to drench my palm.”

Moisture pooled between her thighs at just his words and the wicked promise in his eyes. He smiled slowly, flashing a hint of fang, and shifted the layers of her nightgown aside. At the first brush of his fingers over her bared flesh, she moaned and went up on her tiptoes, her hands coming down hard on his shoulders to grip them for balance.

Sweet mercy.

She swallowed thickly, her head growing hazy as he stroked her, his skilled fingers teasing her towards what she knew would be a shattering climax as his head dipped again and he laved her throat with his tongue. He kissed a trail downwards as his fingers maddened her, and when his lips closed over her nipple again, his teeth grazing it, she barked out a moan.

And a desperate plea.

“More.”

He snarled and stroked her harder with both his fingers and tongue, making whips of electricity shoot between her nipple and her nub. Another rush of moisture slicked her flesh and his answering growl as he felt it was almost too much for her, tipping her over the edge.

She needed him now.

Persephone reached for the lacing on his leathers.

On a wicked, blood-heating growl, Hades denied her, angling his hips away from her reach as his shadows shot from the wall to snare her wrists and her legs.

Holding her tightly.

Her blood only burned hotter, her breaths coming faster at the thought she was powerless now, at his mercy.

“Now,” she demanded, too hazy and hot to wait any longer. She needed him now.

His dark head lifted from her breasts and his black eyes narrowed on hers and then dropped to her body. The hunger in his look seared her, had her sure he would comply with her demands and give her the release she badly needed.

Rather than doing what she wanted, he seized her hips and spun her away from him, his shadows helping him. Her palms met the cool rock, her mind whirling as it tried to catch up. Before it could, the sound of fabric ripping filled the thick silence and cold air washed across her bare backside. His hands came down on it, kneading and stroking, clutching it tightly. Driving her crazy with need. The haze in her head grew thicker, blocking out all thoughts that weren’t about this moment, narrowing her focus down to her base instincts.

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