Page 110 of Queen of the Underworld

“You taste sweeter than ambrosia.” His dark eyes met hers, black ringing his crimson irises and fire flickering in his pupils.

Was his darkness one with him right now? While he was taking her like this? The thought of it being at the fore in this moment should have stirred fear or anxiety. At the very least it should have made her feel she should stop him.

Instead, it ignited a wildfire so intense it scorched her and had her eagerly reaching for him, hungry for him to take her right that second, to fill her and pound into her, to drive her out of her mind until she shattered.

Hades only fanned the flames by idly running his finger up and down her cleft, his eyes never straying from her as he uttered, “I could drink from you for eternity. Feast on you forever, my little queen.”

A shiver wracked her and she stared at him, silently challenging him to do it.

Only he wasn’t done with taunting and arousing her.

He licked his lips and bent to his left to press kisses along her thigh, to nip at it with his fangs in a way that made those flames burn hotter still, his gaze still holding hers. He circled her opening, shortening her breaths with his teasing until she was on the verge of begging him.

“I like that look,” he murmured, a slight smile curving his lips. “By the time I am done with you, youwillbe begging for my cock. You want to feel me filling you, sweet Persephone?”

She nodded, aching for it.

His eyes narrowed. “You want my seed in you.”

It wasn’t a question.

She groaned and nodded in response anyway, his wicked words setting her entire body aflame as her mind conjured visions of him coming in her, flooding her with his essence. She wanted to feel that. She needed it.

Hades swooped on her on a low growl, and she cried out as he stroked and teased her again, more vigorously than before, as if his own words had fanned the flames of his desire and he was as lost to it as she was to hers.

A scream burst from her lips as release crashed over her, her entire body quaking as her head fell back and she spasmed.

Hades didn’t give her a moment to recover.

Metal hitting the stone floor rang out and then his fingers were digging into her thighs and his cock shoved into her. She cried out again, the fierce invasion both sweet and painful, bliss and agony at the same time. Her thighs shook against his as his left hand came down on her chest and he pressed her spine against the altar. His dark gaze held hers as he took her. Hard. Fast. Grunts burst from his lips with each meeting of their hips, each thrust of his cock that had him striking as deep as she could take him.

Hades had never been so brutal with her.

And she loved it.

Her hands scrabbled around, seeking something to hold on to as he plunged deeper. Harder. Rocking her with the force of each thrust. His eyes narrowed, shadows streaming from his shoulders, and his fangs flashed between his lips and they pulled taut. She moaned, the sight of him cranking up her temperature, until she was on fire for him.

She found something above her head and shoved her hands against it, stopping herself from moving each time he filled her. Her eyes shot wide as she felt the full brutality of his punishing thrusts, pleasure bolting through her to have her moaning and silently begging him for more, for that one push that would take her over the edge.

Hades growled, baring fangs at her, and took her harder, his eyes growing darker.

“Hades,” she breathed, desperate.

Something flickered across his eyes, azure blue that bewitched her, and then he shoved deep into her.

His cock kicked and pulsed as he grunted, hot jets of seed bursting from him to fill her greedy body as it spasmed around him, milking him and hungry for all he had to offer.

Her cries echoed around the temple as release blasted through her, shattering her mind and her body. Every inch of her trembled and throbbed, warm waves of chills skittering along her limbs.

Hades eased back and then into her again, his thrusts slow, the feel of him pulsing inside her rousing her body.

His gaze seared her.

Filled with a wicked promise that he was far from done with her.

Chapter 32

Hades was now certain that in all his centuries, he had never felt like this. He would have remembered it, even in his darkest days. Light seemed to bathe his soul, holding the darkness at bay, and warmth was his constant companion, driving out the cold. He stroked his fingers through Persephone’s hair as she lounged against him, occupying one side of the black chaise longue in his chambers, her back half-resting against his chest and her head on his shoulder.

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