Page 77 of His in the Dark

“Oh,” she says, and works her hips. “Oh, oh— Hades!” She cries out my name and I fucking love it. Harder and harder I rut ruthlessly, needing more. Craving her moans to turn to screams of pleasure.

Persephone is fuckingmine.

And no one else is going to have her. Not a fucking soul could take her from me. God. Titan. Or anything or any one. She is mine. Forever.

PERSEPHONE

Ahum of satisfaction leaves me as I grip the luxurious sheets. I’m rewarded handsomely for staying at Hades’s side.

I did not expect to feel so treasured. A greater Goddess would have been able to see what was hidden behind Hades’s power and rage from the beginning. Would she not? I heard stories after all, of his power, his judgement… but not of this side of him. The sensual needs of a God.

I arch up underneath him, into his touch, as his breath whispers along the side of my neck, hot and humid. I’ve lost track of the amount of time he’s spent circling my clit with the pads of his fingers. Hades’s touch was so soft at first that I did not think he could make anything from it.

I was wrong.

Because the longer he moved his fingers, the more deeply I fell into the sensation.

This is a true reward— to be allowed to dwell in pleasure, riding the waves until they peak and crest and I come on his fingers. Once. Twice. I lose track.

How could my feelings for him not grow?

They do. They catch like a wildfire.

And I can tell—I can feel—that his feelings are growing as well.

Those emotions transform into something like peace.

Something like being at home.

The days have past and my cup flows over.

As the morning light peers into the bedchambers, he strokes his fingers between my legs until my thighs tremble, then pushes into me without a word, thrusting into me until he comes with a growl. His heat inside me is like another fire, sending every nerve ending to a scorching burn, and it makes me so needy for him that my desire refuses to settle even after Hades has come. It takes a few more orgasms quaking through me before at last I sprawl on the pillows, naked, sated and bared to him. The only thing I am wearing is Hades, stretched out next to me with one arm across my waist.

He lifts his head and kisses between my breasts, following a path down the front of my body, leaving opened mouthed kisses. Goosebumps follow in his wake.

“My Lady,” he says, then kisses again. “My Goddess. My Queen. I have a gift for you.”

“What gift?” I blink up at the ceiling. It must be a joke of some sort. What more could he possibly give me after the pleasures of this morning? There can be nothing left in all the realms.

“I have arranged for you to meet with the Fates.”

He brushes a kiss under my belly button, his breath warm and sensual. It is difficult to think when he kisses me like that. It could so easily becomemore, and I would accept it gladly.

Eventually, his words make it past the delicious haze subsuming me.

A chill comes over me. The last meeting of the Fates summoned to my mind.

“TheFates?” I say, and put my hands on either side of Hades’s head, pulling him up so I can see his face.

“Yes,” he confirms, and kisses me sweetly. He smiles against my lips as I struggle to understand why. Why have me meet the Fates? Those who stated I would be a nymph and no more.

“I do not know that I wish to see them,” I confide in him

“What you were before, you are no more. You will meet them as the Queen you are,” he tells me and the smoothness and certainty of his voice nearly convinces me.

“I met with them. They wish to see you as well.”

My heart hammers but he assures me, “It is a wise decision to consult the Fates.”

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