She doesn’t hesitate, and I nearly groan aloud as she pulls the material down to expose my aching length. Every inch pulses for her, throbbing with need.

I watch, fascinated, as two pink spots spill into her cheeks as her eyes fix on my growing length that is level with her face, her lips. A shuddering inhale precedes a soft, shaken, “Oh, wow.”

Let me pleasure you.Her siren’s plea echoes in my mind, and I hear myself instructing her firmly, huskily, “Touch me.”

She swallows. A flash of uncertainty is there and gone in her eyes, swept away by a stubbornness that nearly has me grinning as she touches the tips of her fingers along my shaft. It jumps at the contact, and she gasps.

So innocent.

I stand before her, aching under the featherlight touch of her fingertips as she trails them over my swollen shaft, up and down, exploring. When her middle finger runs along the tip of my shaft to the mushroom of my head and over the slit in my tip, Igrowl low in my chest. Her eyes bounce to mine, uncertainty and concern flashing there.

I instruct, “Wrap your hands around my cock.” She does as I bid with an innocent eagerness that has need rushing inside my veins. Surging like the seas toward land when Poseidon rages. Like magma in the marrow of my bones. Bent on destruction. On claiming.

Her breaths are coming in quick little pants now. Slender fingers pulse around me as she wets her lips. The flush in her cheeks is in her chest now, too. Under the white fabric of her bikini, I can see the tight pebbles of her nipples as they stretch toward me.

I want to taste them. To nip and suck and lick and sooth.

“It’s so soft,” she marvels. “And sohard.”

She is so exquisitely innocent.So mine.

“Stroke me.” She does, but her motions are endearingly awkward. Covering her fist with my own, I guide her pumps, murmuring, “Don’t neglect the tip.” She strokes the sensitive tip with the pad of her thumb. I groan. “That’s it.”

My eyes shift between her slender hands around my thick dick, and her face, where her eyes are fixed on watching as she works me.She’s so beautiful.

I clench my back teeth as the ancient God beneath my flesh simmers under the surface to be let free. To steal her innocence as we did once long ago. I cling to restraint as he rages inside me, demanding access to that which has always been his. Been ours.

She tightens her fist around me, stroking my tip once again, calling pleasure to the surface of my skin as white beads my tip.

Her pink lips part in shock, and arousal, and dare I say, pride. Her eyes lift to mine and her lips pull into a smile I want to nip and devour.

Then she shocks me as she swipes her thumb through the precum on my tip. She stares at her thumb for a moment before she brings it to her lips and sucks it into her mouth.

My balls contract. The growl that spills from deep inside me holds the echo of an ancient God, a hungry beast, as I tell her, “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

She doesn’t hesitate as she leans forward, flicking the tip of my dick with a pretty pink tongue.

Is she teasing me?No, she just doesn’t know what she’s doing.

And I’m nearing the limits of my control.

“Take me into your mouth, Persephone.” She does as she’s bid, pulling my length into the hot, wet heat of her mouth. Pleasure and pain erupt like an ancient volcano inside me. I’ve waited so long for this.Too long.“All the way into the back of your throat.” My voice is rough, containing all that I am holding back from her. “I want to feel you swallow my cock.” She dips her head, impaling my tip into the back of her throat and swallowing around me. I groan. “Like that. Just like that. Look at me, little goddess.” She gives me her emerald eyes and I purr, “Yes. That’s a good girl.Good little goddess.” I twist my hand into the mass of her hair, guiding my throbbing cock from the warmth of her hot little mouth until her swollen lips circle the mushroom of my tip. I hold myself there as I gaze down at the most exquisite of all creations. “I want to fuck your mouth, Persephone. Do you think you can take it? Take me?”

She nods eagerly around me, her lips clinging to my tip as though her very life depends on it. Pride surges inside me, riding a wave of searing heat.

I purr, “Good girl.” Fisting my hand in her thick hair, I hold her head back and angled just slightly, so that I can watch every pump as I invade her sweet mouth.

I start slow, reveling in the glistening wet that coats my length as I pull it out to slide it back inside. Her throat convulses around me, but her eyes remain fixed on mine. The God hums his pleasure inside me as flashes of an ancient past bleed into this moment. There had been tears in her eyes that first time so long ago. It strikes me now, the difference between the girl I’d claimed for my own, stolen to an unformed realm of darkness, and this Goddess before me now.

Persephone has invited me inside willingly now, but that hadn’t been the way so long ago. Like my realm, I’d been an unformed God before I stole her. I took without thought of repercussions, and there were repercussions to the rape of Persephone. The innocence that had clung to her, drawn me to her like mothto flame, had incinerated in the aftermath of my brutal possession. She was like scorched earth—the evidence of the fire lingering even as new growth blossomed. She became a thing of need, a force of sexual hunger I could not sate.

In the brutal possession of my single greatest regret, the being who would steal my whole heart and soul would be unsatisfied by my touch alone. For in the viciousness of my claiming, a beast had awoken within the Goddess. Something insatiable and dark. Something I could not tame or feed, no matter how I tried. And I had tried.

Oh, how I’d tried.

My penance, I had accepted, was to share my wife with numerous lovers. Loving her as she letthemlove her. Feast on her.

For a long while, I told myself I was happy with that arrangement. With giving into her need to explore and take from those around her. With the life and love we shared so openly, and with so many others.