Page 98 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

I swallow, but say nothing as I slowly pull her finger from her body. The scent that plumes in the air is too much to resist, and I lift her finger to my mouth. Shuddering breath invades her lungs as I suck her taste from her finger, before gripping her hips between my taloned hands.

She yelps, but not in pain of my touch as I pull her to the edge of the bed. My hands move from her hips to her ankles where I position her heels on the edge of the bed before pushing her knees wide.

My dick strains toward her at the sight.

Sofucking beautiful. So pink and wet andfuck me.

“Mine.” I drop my mouth to her core.

She is everything. Her taste feeds my hunger as her whimpers feed my soul.

I am lost to her, I almost forget that I’m in my Gods’ Form as I suck at her clit, circling with my tongue before bracketing her pussy with my fangs. My hands force her legs wide as I thrust my tongue into her core, reveling in the way she tightens around me.

“Oh, my God—” she gasps. And then she gasps it again and again. “You’re so hot, Hades. Your tongue is like fire.”

I freeze. Could I have mistaken her moans of pain for ecstasy? Her writhing on the bed for a need to escape me?

Terror hits me like a bullet to the chest and I begin to pull away, but she gabs my horns with both hands and nearly screams, “Don’t you dare stop.”

Her hips roll and she’s—she’s riding my tongue.

All right. No mistake.

“I love your heat,” she adds, and screams when I thrust my tongue into her again, rougher this time. I’m trying to lick the womb I ache to fill. As though that act might soothe my inability to do as she needs and truly fill her the way I ought to be able to.

Her back bows, head thrown back, lovely neck arched. I watch in wonder as her peaked nipples stretch for the jagged ceiling with my tongue lapping deep inside her core.

She’s exquisite. If she’s not a Goddess, I don’t know what she is.

I don’t know how this is possible.

She’s amazing.

She’s everything.Mine.

I am hers.

Her body begins to quiver. Her thighs are desperately trying to close around me now, to escape me. From her mouth, little pleas of, “Too much—” war with chants for, “more.” And, “Oh,God, pleassse…” escape in pleasure-muffled mumbles that only spur me on.

“So close.” Her hands tighten around my horns. “Oh, God, Hades. I’m so close.”

Pulling my tongue from her core, I suck her clit roughly into my mouth, and she detonates.

Her body lurches on the bed and the sounds she makes are sounds that will eternally be imprinted on my soul. Etched onto the beast of torment for eternity like the ink of a tattoo on skin.

I lift my head to watch as she comes undone, shattering into lovely little pieces for me. I’d thought the scent of her would diminish somehow, but oh, how I was wrong.

That scent of need that constantly seems to emanate from her bursts into the space between us with a violence that has her bowing off the bed in desperation. She cries out in pain, gripping my shoulders. Her eyes are wide—and I think she’s afraid as she breathes choppily.

“Not enough. I need more.”

There is a deep need twisting inside me. It’s more than sexual. Primal. Instinctual.

I know exactly what she needs, because I need it too. It’s the insistent twin to the need I’d felt for her before I took her virginity. This need isn’t something I am capable of walking away from. It’s driven by a force that is more than me. It’s woven into the threads of our very fate.

And I recognize it now for what it is.

It’s the same need that had driven me to steal her from the living realm so long ago. The same dark need that syphoned my sanity until I was left with only the madness to claim what was always intended to be mine.

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