Page 39 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

“Why?” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but I know it’s important.

“You're not ready for that. For me—like that.”

“Tell me,” I beg. “Tell me what you think I’m not ready for.”

I know the moment he denies me. I see the fire in his eyes change. There is a burst of darkness, a fracture where something tries to slip free—and then it is engulfed by raging flames.

He lines his fingers at my entrance, and my lips part on a gasp. I pull a deep inhale into my belly, and it bursts loose as he shoves his fingers into my core. My head falls back against the tree, the bark rough, but it's nothing that I realize I don't crave.

I need this. I need it rough. I need it hard, and real, and honest, andraw.

He pulls his fingers out and plunges them in again, and again. But there is no satisfaction, only a growing, yearning hunger. A desperation that has me clawing at him.

Before I know it, I have worked the buttons of his shirt loose, and I am shoving it over his shoulders. His jacket is already at his feet, a blanket on the mossy ground. His chest is bare to me now, glowing under the violet light that shimmers from the tinsel-like blooms.

He is beautiful, harrowingly so. I could look at him forever and never grow tired.

I thrust my hips into his fingers as he thrusts them into me. In and out.In and out.I'm so achingly desperate for him. I've never been this wet in all my life. I would be embarrassed, if it weren't for the hunger I see. A reflection of my own refracting back at me from the flames of his eyes.

“Please,” I say again. “Please, Hades.”

“What? What do you need?”

“This isn't enough,” I gasp. It really should be enough. I should be so far tipped over the edge, but I'm not even close. “I need you inside me. I need you to fill me.”

“I am inside you,” he taunts, and there's a dark grin playing at his mouth.

I can't help myself. I push off the tree and catch his mouth with mine, nipping that grin. The growl he emits in response, is feral.

I rake my hands down the bare muscles of his chest, his torso, to the button of his pants. All the while he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. It's an exquisite violence, but I need more. I need something harder, rougher.Fuller.

I shift to pull him from his pants. He's velvet over granite, his tip a deep reddish purple. It's angry and hungry, and I ache to feed it.

There's a noise coming from me, panting, gasping breaths. Almost mewling. There should be shame, but there isn't. All there is, is hunger. Mine. His. Ours. Maybe it's the Underworld’s. Maybe, like that first time, this time is a joining that will create somethingother. I can't know. All I know is that we must feed this flame, lest it incinerate us both.

I run my thumb over the slit of his tip, and a bead of creamy liquid pebbles. I smear it over his head, captivated by the way the glittering silvery violet of the forest shimmers over the picture of him.

His hand comes to the bust of my gown, and hetearsit from me. Shreds of beautiful blue gauze hang at my hips now, bearing my torso to him.

What I must look like right now, wanton, against a tree, with nothing but the shreds of a gauzy blue gown clinging to my waist. My legs are bare where they circle his waist, my fingers drifting over his cock as he thrusts his fingers into me.

I cry out into the night when he dips his head and sucks my breast into his mouth.

When his tongue lashes against my untouched breast, needles of arousal prick my flesh. I come alive from the insideout, the blood in my veins roaring with a hunger my flesh cannot sate. There is no earthly thing I can promise the fiend within myself, to make the yawning ache abate.

There is only him. Hades.

“Please, please—” I moan into the night. “No more. I need you now. I need you to fill me. Come inside me—please.”

Whatever will he had to refrain all the other times is broken.

With a growl that is feral, he slams into me.

With one swift thrust, he is rooted to the hilt inside me. Stars blink behind my eyes and a slow smile of satiation stretches languidly over my lips. The yawning ache in my core feels suddenly, deliciously less.

And then Hades begins to move.

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