Page 103 of Queen of the Underworld

He rubbed a hand over his mouth and muttered something in his strange tongue, and then idly reached behind him to shove Cerberus towards the stable. He backed away with the beast, his eyes locked on her as if he didn’t have the power to wrench them away, and she covered her smile with her hand when he tripped and almost fell, stumbling into Cerberus.

“I do not look that good in this dress.” She gripped the skirts and fanned them outwards.

Hades growled, “You look beautiful.”

She blushed, unable to stop the heat from climbing her cheeks.

“Do not move. I will be right back.” He turned and shoved Cerberus forwards, casting a pained look over his shoulder at her from time to time as he hurried the beast towards his paddock. The moment the hound was inside and the gate was closed, Hades disappeared, leaving swirls of black smoke behind him.

And reappeared behind her.

She gasped as he banded his arms around her waist and kissed her throat, each one cranking her temperature up and melting her, making her sink into him so her back pressed against his front.

And rousing wicked thoughts about his fangs.

“I take it the dress suits me?” She giggled.

He gripped her and spun her in his arms, his look pure hunger as his gaze collided with hers, and his voice tight. “Even more than I imagined it would. Do you like it?”

He looked as if the small talk was paining him. She glanced down at the hard outline of his shaft in his leathers and realised it probably was. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to devour her. She wanted to devour him too.

Talking was overrated.

She stepped into him, pressing her body against his, and gazed up at him. “I love it.”

His eyes darkened and lowered to her lips, and she tiptoed, silently urging him to take what he wanted, and give her what she needed. He groaned and dipped his head, claiming her lips in a searing kiss that heated her blood to boiling point and shredded her control.

Persephone tunnelled her fingers into his hair and moaned as she opened for him and their tongues tangled, his dark taste flooding her and making her crave more. Darkness swept around her and when it receded, they were inside a building. Hades backed her into a black column as she tried to take in her surroundings without breaking their kiss.

The stable.

She thrilled at the thought of him taking her here, where anyone could come across them, that wicked part of her he had awakened finding it exciting. That excitement only grew as shadows snaked up her body and twined around her wrists, raising them above her head as he lowered his mouth to her neck and gripped her skirts. He yanked them up, cool air washing across her thighs and then her buttocks, and she groaned in time with him as he palmed their bare globes.

He drew back, his searing crimson eyes filled with a possessive light that enthralled her, and his fangs flashed between his lips as he uttered low words that had heat flaring on her cheeks.

“You were untouched,” he murmured, his eyes remaining locked with hers. “I should be gentle with you this time… but I find I cannot. I need you too much, Persephone.”

“Good,” she breathed.

His eyebrows pinched. “Good?”

Her heart thundered, her face flaming hotter as she admitted, “I do not want you to be gentle with me. I want you as wild as you were after our chariot ride.”

He groaned, the sound strained and agonised, as if she had pained him, and pressed his forehead against hers. “Persephone.”

Her name was a plea, and maybe praise too, giving her the impression that he liked that she could match his wickedness and that he didn’t need to be gentle with her. There would be a time for gentle later. Right now, she just needed him inside her.

She went up on her toes, a moan bursting from her lips as he cupped her mound and stroked his fingers through her damp petals. A guttural groan left his lips too as he caressed her, that wicked moan rolling into another as she spread her thighs, opening to him. He swept his fingers down the length of her and pressed two inside her, filling her with them and startling her.

“Oh gods,” she uttered, her heart galloping and blood blazing as he moved them inside her, taking her with them as his gaze remained fixed on her face.

Her cheeks flamed again as he stared at her, watching what he was doing to her. The momentary embarrassment faded as she met his gaze and saw the heat in it, the need she was rousing with only letting him touch her as he pleased and showing him the pleasure he gave her. The tethers on something within her snapped, and it roared to the fore, vanquishing her fear and her nerves, and unleashing her. She moaned as he plunged into her, as his thumb teased her bead with each thrust of his fingers, and began rocking on his hand, desperately seeking more from him.

She held his gaze the whole time she worked her body on his fingers, wantonly riding them, using them to pleasure herself. His gaze grew darker, sparks of fire igniting in his irises as his shadows tightened around her wrists and he plunged deeper, faster.

“This is mine,” he growled as he took her with his fingers, his dark gaze possessive and commanding. “I will ruin you to all other males and you will want only me.Needonly me.”

He already had.

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