Page 97 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

I’m so close. I’m going to—she pulls back.

Wiping her mouth demurely, the little temptress finds her feet. With a knowing darkness in those eyes I could lose myself in for the rest of eternity, she spins on her feet and sways her hips—her naked hips—as she moves to the bed.

“What are you doing?” I growl. She’s quite literally left my dick bobbing pathetically after her. It glistens with the wet heat of her mouth.

Over her shoulder, her wet lips stretch wide in a smile. She taunts, “Whatever do you mean?”

What do I…

Thoughts stutter and die in my charbroiled mind as she crawls onto the bed. Her ass waves in the air, pussy glistening beautiful and pink before she drops onto her back.

I’m rooted in place, unable to move as I watch her.

She’s spread out on the bed, head in my pillows, her lovely unmarred body on full display. Her hands begin to roam, plucking and twisting at her breasts, nipples. Tiny breaths grow into tempting little moans that sharpen one single thought in my mind.

Mine.

Her eyes track me as I prowl to the bed, staring down at her.

I ask again, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” she returns sweetly.

My nostrils flare.

She moans again.

“Don’t play with me, little goddess. Not in this form.”

She wets her lips as her hand begins to snake slowly from her breast down the length of her belly to the V between her legs.

“I’m not afraid of you, Hades. Not in your human form, and not in this form.”

She spreads her legs wide and I hiss in a breath that burns of her in my lungs. I nearly fall to my knees.

“Persephone,” I warn darkly.

“You started this game,” she tuts. “I’m only finishing it.”

“Finishing what?”

She dips her finger inside her cunt with a pretty little hitch of breath. A flush rises to her chest, but it’s not the kind that makes me fear a burn.

She’s beautiful. Exquisite. Maddening.

She moans, “I’m finishing myself, of course.”

The fuck she is.

My hand snaps out and I catch her wrist as she shoves her finger deep into her cunt. I hold her in place.

For long moments, I can’t take my eyes off the connection. My hand around her wrist. No burns. No blisters.

My eyes slide slowly to hers. It appears she’s never looked away from mine.

I growl. “Explain.”

“You withheld yourself from me, Hades. I told you I won’t beg, and I won’t.” Her eyes hold mine fiercely. “But I will finish myself, since you’re so unwilling.”

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