Page 105 of Queen of the Underworld

A war erupted inside her. Stroke him to a climax, or ride him to one?

She debated it as she feathered her fingers along his cock and explored his body with her other hand, slowly easing forwards until her knees were near his ribs and his shirt was pushed up around his shoulders. Glorious. She released him and palmed his chest, grazing his pebbled nipples with her fingertips, and then stroked them down his abdomen, over rock-hard muscles that had arousal pooling between her thighs.

Such strength.

His hungry gaze followed her hands, his breaths coming faster as she explored him, putting his body to memory, her fingers roaming across the chiselled planes of it at a slow pace. One that was excruciating judging by the look on his face. She refused to be rushed. His cock kicked again, snaring her attention. Not wanting it to feel left out, and aching to touch it again, she stroked him with her left hand as she leaned over him.

He moaned and arched towards her as she brushed her lips across his chest, kissing and licking a path across it and then downwards. That moan made her bold, boosting her courage, and she flicked her tongue over his left nipple. His groan deepened and he rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand.

Filling her head with how good it had felt to have him inside her.

Exploring him fell to the back of her mind as a need to feel him inside her again surged to the fore, and she crawled up his body.

His gaze grew hooded, bright with interest and hunger as he looked from her face to his hips. She pulled her skirts up with her free hand and settled herself above him, poising him at her entrance. He groaned, the guttural sound driving her on together with the desperate, wild look on his face. He wanted to be inside her too.

Persephone eased back, taking the blunt crown inside her, and bit her lip as he stretched her, only it didn’t hurt this time. She felt only pleasure as she slid her body onto his, as he filled her and completed her, and that pleasure increased a hundredfold as she looked at him where he lay beneath her, vines securing his wrists, at her mercy.

His hands closed around the thick green vines, gripping them tightly, his entire body tensing as she moved on him. His breaths hitched, his head tipping back as she rode him, as she rocked on him and pressed her hands against his chest to brace herself. With every press and withdraw of his shaft, her need grew fiercer, her control fraying. More vines shot from the ground, snaking around his legs and holding him in place. He groaned as she took him harder, as she pressed her nails into his chest to leave red marks on his pale skin and bounced faster. Faster.

Her breasts bobbed with each frantic thrust of her body against his, her breaths growing shorter and quicker as she pressed her hands harder against his chest, as she held his gaze and desperately reached for release. He groaned and tried to thrust into her, but her vines held him down, stopping him from moving. Something he liked judging by how his groan became a wicked growl that had pleasure rippling through her and his expression darkened, growing even more hungry.

“Persephone,” he gritted, sounding as desperate as she felt.

She moved position, leaning over him and gripping his shoulders. He craned his neck and she captured his lips, moaning as his kiss seared her and his chest abraded her nipples, sending sparks skittering through her. She rocked faster, frantic now, reaching for the release that was just beyond her reach.

It slammed into her as shadows swept between her thighs, going from intangible to solid as they stroked over her pert bead.

She cried out, her entire body convulsing and quaking, her spine arching as heat and light engulfed her. Hades followed her over the edge, grunting as he throbbed and spilled, the feel of his climax adding to hers. She breathed hard in time with him as she struggled to come down from it, as she remained frozen above him, lost in bliss and feeling as if she was floating.

At some point, her vines must have loosened, because Hades’s arms curled around her and he drew her down to his chest. His heart thundered against her ear as he continued to throb within her, hammering a discordant melody with her own. She didn’t have the strength to move. Every inch of her felt heavy and sated, and trembled.

Hades stroked a line down her spine and up again, his caress heating her, rousing her and restoring her strength as desire swelled, a need to have him again. She wasn’t sure she would ever get enough of him.

“That was…” he murmured, his voice gone low and gravelly, “Enjoyable.”

She chuckled. “You more than enjoyed it.”

She stroked his chest, waiting for him to deny it. When he had climaxed on the chariot, it had been intense, but nothing like the release he had just found. He still pulsed inside her, his shaft yet to settle. When he had come, each kick of his cock had been fierce, close to pushing her to another release.

“No denial?” She lifted her head to look at him.

He shook his head, and she smiled at how glazed his eyes were, their now-blue depths a little hazy and distant.

Persephone pushed up and he tightened his arms against her back, stopping her.

“Where are you going?” he rumbled.

“I want to bathe.” A thought crossed her mind as she looked at him, one that was tempting and made her want to go through with it.

“We shall share a bath.” He stroked her back again, his look growing heated, telling her that he was already planning to make another of her fantasies into a reality.

She lifted both her hands towards his face, but didn’t cup his cheeks. They continued upwards.

“What are you doing?” He frowned at her again.

“You ask too many questions. Where are you going? What are you doing? I am doing this.” She took hold of his crown and eased it from his head, releasing it from his tousled black hair.

The spikes were angled backwards, smallest at the front and largest at the back. It seemed to be made of some kind of stone rather than metal, and it was cool to the touch.

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