Page 60 of His in the Dark

“I need you,” I confess to him in response. “My King.” I offer him the respect of his title as I offer him my body. Knowing who he is and even so, I desire him.

I spread my thighs wider, although my body tenses. Never have I done this. He sinks into me slowly and my lips part. The slow stretch and slight pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming and instant pleasure. I cling to his shoulders, gasping at the sensation.There is power in taking him inside me. His breath hitches as he buries himself deep, pushing forward until our hips are even. My head falls back and I close my eyes, relishing the feeling.

Then the only sound in the air is my breath, and his. Every nerve ending is lit aflame as if he himself is fire.

I close my eyes, letting my body adjust to him as he rocks against my clit.

“You were made to take me,” he whispers at my neck as he pulls out slowly and then slams himself back into me. My nails dig into his flesh as the wave of pleasure crashes against me. “You were made for me to have like this,” he murmurs in reverence and does it again and again. Each thrust forcing small gasps of pleasure from me.

I have never felt so exposed and so covered at the same time. The width of his body between my thighs is perfect, but heady. I’m nearly dizzy from the intensity of him and his words and need.

The shock of it fades quickly and it is replaced by an intense craving. My clit throbs. I need for him totakeme. Not just enter me, buttakeme.

“Yes,” I breathe into his mouth, and work my hips.

Hades lets out a growl, rutting recklessly so I cannot rock myself on his length. “Is this what you want?” He slams into my body and I press into the mattress, screaming out in pleasure.

“Please,” I beg.

It is the last word I say for some time. Only sounds come out of my mouth. Sounds that I cannot stop, and do not want to stop, because I can feel nothing but him.

Hades fucks me like I am his queen—body and soul, possession and partner, and fills me with pleasure and heat. I am lost in the hard strokes and orgasms that continue to peak until I am all wrung out. Until my body can give nothing more. I scream his name as I climax the highest of highs and love every moment of his devouring of me.

Hades captures my mouth again as he pumps his release into me. Thick and pulsing. Claiming me as I have claimed him.

Even then, it does not end. There is too much energy between us to stop. I kiss him until he is hard against me again and it does not matter how sensitive the softest parts of me have become. I need more.

The last thing I am aware of is his arms around me and his heart beating hard and him groaning my name as if a prayer unto itself. It is this sound that lulls me to sleep.

HADES

I’ll never have enough of her. To have her once, completely and wholly knowing what’s to come plagues me. The thought of losing her... I can’t bear it. Of her choosing to stay away if given the chance. Deep in the marrow of my bones I fear she would. That I haven’t provided enough to keep her. Or worse, that they take her from me and her father holding her captive as punishment. I cannot leave the Underworld. If she is taken… I will live an eternity of hell without her.

The thought that preys on the weakness of my mind is that I truly believe I would deserve it. The loss of her and torture of her absence. I betrayed. I have been cruel. But I cannot and will not stand for such things.

I need to meet with the Fates, so I send word, making clear that the request is an urgent one. And one of secrecy.

Only after consulting the Fates will I meet with Zeus. There will be negotiations I’m sure of it. I’m aware of the sentencing following betrayal of Zeus. But I am also aware of so much more as is he. I will not enter a discussion with him unprepared. I will need every weapon possible at my disposal, even if those weapons are only information.

I sense a disaster looming on the other side of the conversation, though I do not know what form it may take. I do not think it is because of this meeting, or the Fates themselves.

These thoughts consume me as I pace the halls. My faithful dog beside me. Occasionally he whines and I stroke his heads. Offering comfort.

How angry are you? Her voice whispers that question into my ear over and over, but it is drowned out by the sounds she made when I pleasured her. She had not had a man like that before. I could hear it in the low moans and the higher gasps.

I cannot close my eyes without thinking of her sweet mouth against mine. The way she moved against me and shuddered in ecstasy is branded into my memories. It is torture to stay away from her, but I must, because if I go to my rooms, I will not leave the bed.

How would I cross the threshold and leave her there? How would I pass by the enchantments she made for herself? All I want to do is lose myself in her touch and the curves of her welcoming body. I crave to discover what sounds she makes when she is on her stomach on the bed with her legs spread wide, or kneeling above my face, or clinging to the headboard.

My cock grows hard thinking of her, and I close my eyes and pace around the hall where I am awaiting a message from the Fates.

Love or desire?

How can I make her understand that it is desire borne of love? That the desire I feel for her grows stronger with each part of her she reveals to me. It is onlygoingto grow stronger the more I love her.

Because Idolove her. The days and nights I watched her, I escaped to her slumber. I know of her in every way. And that which I do not know, I’m anxious and curious to discover.

It is not something I wanted to admit to myself. It was growing in me long before I realized it had surpassed obsession. By the time she asked me that question, my cock nearly touching her sweet, wet entrance, it was far too late to stop it.

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