Page 98 of Queen of the Underworld

He was asking her a silent question.

She nodded and pushed down her nerves, not wanting him to see them as her body came alive at the thought they were doing this. Soon, she would know what it was like to be with a man, to have him inside her, joined with her. She trembled and stroked him harder, unable to hold herself back as her arousal soared, as a fierce need to make him hurry consumed her.

Hades growled and looked down at her hand, his lips parting as she quickened her pace. He breathed harder, one hand leaving her to brace on the edge of the chariot, and she gazed at him, mesmerised by the sight of him and feeling more powerful by the second. His chest strained with each panted breath, his eyes growing darker as he began to rock his hips into her touch, as his gaze grew hooded and his lips parted further. His arm tensed as he gripped the edge of the chariot, his breaths washing her breasts.

He looked on the verge of growling again as his face twisted.

She was doing this.

Affecting him like this.

Giving him pleasure.

Pleasure she felt too as she watched him, as the sense that she had power over him grew. Would he spill from just her hand if she continued?

He didn’t give her a chance to find out.

On a wicked snarl, he claimed her mouth and ripped her undergarments away. His kiss was frantic, hot, and demanding, but it was the brush of his fingers over her exposed mound as he cupped her that had her going up onto her tiptoes and gasping into his mouth. He stroked through her folds, a low growl leaving him and a moan leaving her as his fingers reached her slick nub and he fondled it.

“Hades,” she breathed and clutched his shoulders, stroking him forgotten as she fought for balance, feeling as if she might fall as he mercilessly teased her, driving her towards a climax she could definitely find from just his hand.

He pushed her thighs apart with his other hand and wedged himself between them, and her heart thundered, the need to feel him filling her growing wild within her, almost painful. She pulled him closer, driving him on as she stole command of the kiss, nipping at his lower lip with her blunt teeth.

On a blood-heating growl, his cock breached her and he filled her in one delicious, incredibly painful thrust.

She cried into his mouth, unable to hold it back as fire shot through her.

Hades stilled and drew back to stare at her, shock painted across his features and his eyes going from red to pale blue. She shook her head, willing him not to mention that she was untouched and not wanting it to stop him. She needed him too much. He couldn’t stop now. She gripped his nape and pulled him back to her, seizing his lips in a kiss she hoped would silence him and convince him to continue.

He groaned, the sound pure male and sending a thrill down her spine to make her temperature soar, and then he was holding her tightly as he drove into her. Each frantic plunge of his shaft stole her breath and ripped a moan from her, the fast pace of his thrusts telling her that she wasn’t alone. He needed her as badly as she needed him.

He pinned her to him as he took her, as he filled her with every inch of his cock and made her mourn the loss of it with each withdraw. She couldn’t stop herself from lowering her hands to his backside and slipping them beneath his leathers. She moaned as she gripped his bottom, feeling it flex with each powerful thrust of his hips, and tilted her head back as she soared higher.

Hades kissed and nipped at her neck, and then her throat, and when his lips wrapped around her nipple again, and he sucked it hard enough that pain mingled with the hit of pleasure, she cried out at the ceiling of the cavern.

Her high moans echoed around her, the sound of them making her feel wicked and adding to the pleasure building within her as Hades’s grunts joined them together with the sound of their bodies meeting as he took her harder.

Faster.

His thrusts shortened and deepened as he gripped her waist and held her in place, the force of them rocking the chariot. She clawed his hair as he pounded into her, keeping his head pressed to her breasts as need took over, as she flexed her body around his, the hunger to find release becoming unbearable.

It hit her like a storm, a thousand lightning bolts that struck her all at once and had her screaming at the cavern ceiling as her body jerked and thighs shook, and heat and bliss pulsed through her.

Hades moaned as her body clenched and unclenched him, still thrusting into her, riding her release. He lowered one hand to between their bodies and she gasped as he stroked her pert bead, as he flicked and fondled it, reigniting her passion and startling her as it built again, swiftly rising towards a second crescendo.

She hadn’t thought that possible.

Hades proved it was as he squeezed her nub and drove into her, and his shaft throbbed with each grunt that left his lips as he wedged himself deep inside her and spilled hot jets of seed.

And stars winked across her vision as release hit her too, the feel of his climax driving her to find another of her own.

She could barely breathe as it hit her and consumed her, as she clung to Hades and lost herself to sensation, to the feel of him pulsing inside her. He kissed a path up her chest and neck, and claimed her lips in a soft, slow kiss, his breaths mingling with hers. She savoured the feel of him inside her and his kiss—a kiss that spoke volumes to her. He was sorry he had hurt her, and he was pleased he had been her first, and that this was only the beginning for them.

She couldn’t wait to see what came next, was already thinking of the next time they could make love, and maybe live out some of the fantasies she’d had while alone in her bath.

He lifted his head and gazed at her, his look as soft as his kiss had been. His guard was down, and hers was too. She framed his face with her palms, keeping his gaze on hers and bathing in the love she could see in his eyes, drinking her fill of it before he hid it from her again. He didn’t need to hide it. They were both falling, although she felt sure that wasn’t the right word.

They had bothfallen.

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