Page 92 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

I wonder what it would feel like to havethatinside me. It’s so big, so thick and long and veined in ropes of burning heat.

But no. The fact he says he can’t touch me in this form aside, his dick in this form would split me in two. Never mind the little hook-like thing that juts proudly from the upper base of it.

What is that?

And why can’t he touch me?

Just the thought has the burning ember of aching need in my core sparking.

“Why can’t we touch?”

“In this form, I am made for The Pit.”

Is that supposed to be an explanation?

“I don’t know what that has to do with anything.”

Hades makes a noise that edges on frustration. “The Hell many humans imagine is based exclusively on The Pit.”

And that would be why we’ve taken Hades’ image and crafted the devil. Welp, no one ever said humanity was original.

Hades continues, “It is, quite literally, a place of burning torment. It is hotter than any magma that spills from the volcanoes of earth. It challenges even the heat of the sun, though such a thing has never been tested.” Hades smirks. “I stripped Hyperion of his sun power before he could ever challenge the heat of The Pit.”

My head tips gently to the side. Somehow, I sense those flaming orbs track me. “What would happen if you touched me?”

Maybe it’s the shadows that swirl. Maybe it’s the flames in the orbs of his eyes. Maybe it’s just a sense. But his dark face darkens.

“I would destroy you.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes dragging the length of him again. Power rolls off him in shadowy waves, enthralling me. The hunger in my core intensifies.

Hades growls a low sound of warning. He takes a step back, talons sliding over stone.

I shudder, but it’s not with fear.

A new desire—or kink—has been unlocked.Who knew?

A few months ago, I’d been the virgin without friends, determined to dig up the past in the hope of paving a future for myself.

Look at me now, in love with a—God? Monster? Demon? Devil…

I don’t even know anymore.

Everything I knew about everything went up in shadowy smoke the moment this man stepped into my life.

I reclaim the space he put between us. “Have you evertriedto touch me?”

His face is dark and angular, his jaw hard. Twin fangs rest on his full bottom lip as he glares through flames at me. “I am made to destroy God and Titan alike. To ruin the eternal souls the Crown of Souls and House of Judgement deem worthy of my torment. You, Persephone, are entirely human. One touch and I would incinerate all that you are. Eternal soul included.”

Why can’t I heed the warning in his words?I can tell that he believes them. Can tell he fears the mark of his own touch.

I should, too.

And yet, I don’t.

“I am human, but my soul is that of a Goddess, Hades.”

“I tried in your past life,” he admits. I swear, I see him flinch. “It only took me coming close to you to bubble your flesh with blisters and boils—and you were a whole Goddess then, of bodyandsoul,” he hisses through sharp teeth. “Now your body is human. Vulnerable. I won’t do it again.”

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