Page 100 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

“Oh, God. Hades.” A tiny gasp sounds. “I don’t?—”

I thrust, a little rougher this time, stealing another inch against the resistance. She lets out a little shriek, her head lifting quickly from the cradle of my palm. Her forehead connects with my shoulder, rough breaths tumbling from beautifully kiss swollen lips.

She gasps. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”

“I will.”Am I trying to convince her or myself?“Relax.”

“Hades!” she cries out as I take another inch.

Every part of her is quivering now. I hold her tighter.

“Breathe,” I encourage.I beg.“Let me in, little goddess.”

She mumbles something incoherently muffled against my shoulder and I pause to allow her to adjust, panting. It takes every ounce of strength that I possess not to slam into her in a brutal invasion that is the way of the Gods of which I come from. From taking all of her and making her entirely mine even at the cost of her comfort.

I work to still the raging demands of my Gods’ Form. To be gentle for her.

I think it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. To go against the instincts of the God and instead bow to the ways of a mate.

I am a trembling heap of mass above her when I finally feel the tightening around my cock begin to ease. I think I thank the Fates their kindness for the first time in my existence as I sink deeper inside her. When I am entirely sheathed, rooted to the hilt in her sweet core, the nub at my base connects with her clit and she throws her head back and looses a whimper of overstimulation.

I catch her head in my palm, pull out and sink back in. I do this again, slowly and methodically, until I can no longer commit to such sweet torture and my rhythm becomes unsteady, frantic.

I pull back to slam into her again and again, drinking in the sounds of her body opening under mine, taking me in, inviting the invasion. Her legs are wrapped around me now, her heels in my back as I thrust harder and harder, my tip invading her womb with every deep thrust.

And still, that need that radiates from her in a swirling scent of my sweetest obsession only heightens. And that only adds to my own need until I’m fucking her so hard and so desperately—anything to give this need what it wants—that she’s screaming beneath me.

“Not enough!” she cries frantically, her blunt nails clawing into my chest as though she might claw her way beneath my veryflesh. A glistening tear of frustration falls from the corner of her eyes as she repeats. “It’s not enough.”

I know what she means, because I’m chasing the same frantic peak we can’t seem to find. Can’t seem to catch. My balls are full of seed I can’t make myself spill, even as her empty womb calls for it. Begs for it.

Fuck!

Pulling out, I shove back on my knees to grip her hips and flip her over onto her hands and knees. I feel crazed, on the edge of something far bigger than I’ve ever known.

Her ass is lovely and round as I pull it back toward me. She cries out as I hiss between my teeth, line up with her hot core, and fucking thrust balls deep inside her. Her screams are of pain and bliss, ribboning the violence of the roar I free as I pull back, and thrust in deep again. My balls slap at her clit with every rough thrust into her body, pulling whimpers from the deep of her.

I fuck her like this for what feels like an eternity and yet—it’s still not enough.

The scent of her taunts the hunger in me. Something foreign builds inside me before it desperately attempts to rip free in an animal roar. I buck forward, one palm in the stone next to hers as the other hooks her around her waist. Holding her tight against me, I fuck her until my muscles burn and my insides ache.

Still, it’s not enough.

We both need more. Demand more. Pushing off the ground, I kneel with her back flush against my chest. Her head rests in the nook of my shoulder and chest, face tilted up to me, pupils blown with pleasure.

I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful than when her eyes get dazed like this while I’m buried balls deep inside her.

The thought lands with another lash of need that threatens to carve me up and spit me out at the mercy of her. Of whatever power drives me to fill her.

“You’re so close,” I rasp, and I can feel that she is. But she’s been hovering at the brink of this orgasm for nearly the entire time I’ve been thrusting inside her. Just as I’ve been unwillingly edging my own release. I urge, “Let go, little goddess.”

“I—” she moans as I twist her nipple between my fingers, careful not to prick her with my talons. “I can’t.”

Sitting back on my haunches, I pull her into my lap as I continue to fuck her from behind. I slide my hand to the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her lips part on a soft breathy O, those blown pupils dilate further. She’s incredibly tight in this position, fisting me like a vice. The pressure edges my madness, and I grit my teeth as I pump into her.

We’re both so close, I can feel it. Inside her chest, her heart drums an unsteady dance that strives to sync with the spill of her ragged breaths. We’re exhausted.

We’ve been at this for—fuck. If I’d known, I couldn’t fucking come in my Gods’ Form—that I couldn’t make my woman come?—

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