Page 96 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

I inhale a sharp breath. Big. Mistake.

The scent of her need is enough to bring a monster to his knees. The shadows that cling to me in this form writhe toward her, desperate as I am to feel the smooth of her unscathed skin.

“Persephone,” I rasp.

Her green eyes flash up to mine. There is a decadently dark intent in them that I’ve never seen. Not in this life or her previous life.

Her tongue slips out to wet her lips, and keeping those hypnotic eyes on mine, she dips her head forward and licks the juice from my tip.

I see an explosion of sparks behind my eyes. No, not sparks. Stars.

A whole fucking universe.

I feel like a virgin. Go figure.

But I’ve never been touched in this form. Never came in this form. Never even had the thought while in this form.

Before, even when she would watch me, I’d always been too caught up in my own fear as I studied her flesh for signs, she’d been in the presence of my Gods’ Form too long. Always hunting for signs of burned skin. Redness. Blisters…

How in Tartarus is she doing this?

I want more.

I need more.

“You’re so big like this,” she murmurs. I don’t know if she’s talking to me or herself.

I can do little more than muster a grunt in response.

“You taste sweet and—”Have mercy,she licks me again.“Nutty.” Another taste that pulls a whimper—a whimper—from the depths. “Like roasted nuts.”

She’s killing me.

Her eyes land on mine as she stretches her mouth around the tip of my cock, her lips red against the charred black of my skin. She pulls back with a sucking pop and smiles sweetly up at me. “I’ve always liked nuts.”

My flaming eyes narrow. Is she trying to kill me?

Is this punishment for something?

My thoughts are like shards of glass shattered on the floor. I don’t know where all the pieces connect to make them whole again.

She runs the tip of her tongue along the underside of my cock. The tip oozes desperately and I hiss when her tongue laps it up again. Heat pools in her eyes. Or maybe they’re just reflecting the flames in my own.

Steam is billowing now from my form, twisting into the shadows.

My eyes scan the length of her nakedness. No red. No burns or blisters.

Relief cools my burning lungs, but only for a moment. Because on my next inhale, hot desire scores inside me like a newly forged blade.

Her scent.

She stretches her lips around my tip again, this time taking me as far into her mouth as she can. It’s the sweetest torture. My hands itch to dive into her hair, to hold her in place. To fuck her sweet little mouth until tears and cries spill from her…

No. I can’t touch her. Won’t touch her.

Won’t risk it.

Indecision wars inside me as she pumps her mouth on my dick. My balls tighten and heat ramps up yet another notch.

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