Page 69 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

“Let go.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, just know that I need it.

A low growl of nearly broken will spills from him in a sound that is not man. It’s all God, touched with beast.

Excitement prickles my skin as he knifes us through the water to the steps of the pool. He crushes me against the night-kissed stone of the patio, but it’s no matter, he’s chased away the frost.

Digging his knee into the stone, he pushes deeper into my body. Harder. My back arches off the stone, offering my breasts to the stars that my jealous God dips his head and sucks into his mouth.

His hands find mine as he pulls them high above my head to lock my wrists in one of his. There is a bite of pain as stone scraps my knuckle, and with his free hand, he slides beneath my back to align his forearm with my spine as he grips me around the back of my neck.

I am truly a prisoner of his ravaging now, contained between the immovable wall of his invasion and the stone of the patio. He thrusts into me hard enough to split me in two, and I welcome it all. I spread wider for him as he bottoms out again and again. And still, it’s not enough to sate this ravenous hunger that rages inside me—a beast all her own.

A memory—mine and yet not—drifts into my mind as though summoned by the siren call of my ancient soul.

Hades, ravaging me. His bite—teeth—deep in my throat.

The blood he pulled from me.The blood I gave.

Need consumes me. My core is drenched, and still, I grow wetter. Hades groans as though he felt the spill of deeper need.

“Bite me,” I beg.

Hades thrusts slow, the violence easing.

The hunger inside me grows.

“Little Goddess…”

“I know you can. I remember that first time,” I rasp. “I want it, Hades. I need it.”

Flames burst inside the depths of his eyes. A glimpse into the very God that he devoured so long ago. I see it so clearly now.

I wet my lips, those flames in his eyes chasing the movement. He looses a string of ancient words I don’t know, but recognize in a way that stirs my ancient soul with a burning need.

He thrusts deep, rooting himself into my very womb as he crushes his body to mine. Stone nips into skin, but I’m wild with need as I bare my throat to him. To the sink of fangs deep into my body.

The sharp pain is quickly swept up in a flurry of heat that invades every inch of me. The pull of my blood into his mouth, over his tongue, sings a song of primordial need that threatens to overwhelm me even as it promises to complete me.

Heat and need build as I meet him thrust for thrust, my body no longer instinctively trying to inch away from him with every violent thrust. I am a thing of need. Burning for more. Splitting open for his claiming.

And as he pulls his teeth from my body, his thrusts growing frantic and impossibly deep, that pressure within me builds until it finally, finally boils over in an orgasm that threatens to rupture the very soul inside my body.

I loose a scream that Hades swallows with a hungry kiss as he spills hot seed deep into my womb. His body jerks with the violence of his release as he kisses me deep, the taste of my blood infusing his kiss.

My eyes shutter closed as my body falls to a languid state. I can’t summon the energy to even move as Hades pulls his body from mine, lifting me and carrying me to the bed before he wraps his body around mine and sleep takes me into its dark, blissful hold.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Persephone

An unusual feelingof warmth pulls me from sleep. I see Hades sitting against the headboard, staring down at me. Sun beats down on the ceiling of the wood pergola. It spills in through the wisps of gauzy white fabric that Hades has pulled from the pillar. The warmth is a warmth I haven’t basked in since I entered the Underworld weeks ago. I missed it. Deeply.

A grin pulls at Hades’ lips as he watches me stretch, before rolling onto my side. The deep red of my hair is now a strawberry blonde that shines against the bright white of his pillow. For a moment, I just stare down at it. I have a feeling it’s going to take some getting used to.

“How do you feel?”

“Good.” I roll onto my back, stretching again as I do. There’s an ache deep in my core, but it’s the good kind of ache.

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