Page 106 of Flowers Near Me

His admiring smirk sent a pulsing need to her core. Delighted by his appreciative perusal, she raked her eyes over the definition sculpting his torso. Even with their famed likeness, the masterpiece renderings of Hades in marble and paint paled in comparison to the god in front of her.

He traced his fingers across her chest, down her stomach, and back up over the sides of her breasts. “Come here,” he said, before placing her between his legs so that her back pressed against his chest.

With a firm grip, he held her against his groin. The result of his desire pressed into her lower back as he slowly ground into her. He lifted her higher and used his knees to ease her legs apart, spreading her wide. The position forced her to lean back against him, and her nipples pebbled in the cool air. He kissed behind her ear and down her neck.

“You are everything, Persephone,” he whispered as he traced his fingers up the inside of her thighs. Touching so close to her center, he drew tiny circles, stirring a feverish craving in her gut. “I’ve thought a lot about how I’ve wanted to touch you. How I’ve wanted to taste you. How I’d try to take my time exploring every inch until you burst.”

His words drove her heart to beat against her chest. If he didn’t touch her where she needed it most soon, she would flip around and take her pleasure. The want to do just that—slowly slide his length inside her—grew until he ran one finger along her seam. He dipped into her, hooking his long finger into a place that ignited her longing. Alternating the pressure of his palm and fingers dipping inside, he struck a dizzying rhythm, building sparks from his touch. She felt him grind against her lower back.

Nipping her ear with his teeth, Hades said in a low voice, “I want to feel you come on my hand.” She pushed and pulled as his steady ministrations responded to each whimper.

An orgasm stirred inside her and built so suddenly that she gripped his bicep. Now his cedar-scented power filled her lungs, sending a flood of arousal through her body. The keen sensation spread and she held her breath, frightened by the intensity of what was about to explode within her. Hades didn’t break his pace and whispered a gravelly encouragement. “You feel amazing, Sephy.”

Her muscles seized from the bliss, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Warmth spread up from his fingers inside her up through her chest, dissipating into a boneless euphoria. He lessened the pressure as she bucked against the intense sensitivity. With a slow roll of his hand, he massaged her entrance as the high faded.

“I can’t wait to see how good it feels when you’re gripping my cock.”

He turned her so her side rested against his chest. She cuddled against him, laying her head over his thumping heart. She planted kisses along his neck. He swept an arm under her knees and stepped up and out of the water. Persephone held tight to his shoulders in anticipation of the strain it’d take to lift them both cleanly out, but Hades’ heart kept its even beat. He offered her a devious smile. Drops splashed to the ground, but by the time his foot stepped onto the cedar decking surrounding the bed, their skin and the soaked ends of her hair were dry.

Cushions like clouds billowed around her as he laid her down. Persephone reached out an expectant hand, but Hades stood up to stalk around to the end of the bed. As she took in the whole of him, her chest fluttered. Imposing yet refined in a suit, Hades naked with his eyes piercing halted all rational thought. Aware of her body bared to him, she sat up, bringing her pressed legs to the side.

“Lie back down. I need to see all of you,” he said in the deep timbre of his voice. Eyes serious and nostrils flared, he waited. Pressing her lips together, Persephone sunk back onto the pillow and kept her knees bent but touching. The soles of her feet pushed into the downy comforter.

“I said all of you, Sephy.” His voice was a command.

She raised up on her elbows and stared back. “Or what?” Maybe it was the afterglow of their time in the pool, but the question in all its boldness spilled out.

He cocked a brow, and one edge of his mouth lifted. “You’re challenging the God of the Underworld?” The bed dipped with the weight of each knee and hand as he crept towards her feet.

She smirked. “Maybe.”

Hades wrapped his fingers around one of her ankles and tugged her leg straight. “Well, you are the Goddess of Spring, Sephy. Empress of the Underworld. I guess that’s why I’m the one at your feet.” He trailed kisses up the inside of her leg, rubbing the scruff of his jaw along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her other leg fell to the side as she lay back.

Goddess of Spring.It made little sense given the dangerous blooms her powers produced, but Fates, did she like how it sounded as he moved up her body.

Still caressing her skin with his lips and stubbled cheek, Hades added, “Everything and everyone comes to life around you. And your poisonous poppies…” He dragged his tongue up her leg and over her hipbone. “It’s more than a clever defense. They’re a symbol of your protective nature. Something earthy, alluring, yet dangerous.”

His sweet words wash over her, building the anticipation of what he’d touch or kiss next. “I wonder how the Goddess of Spring and protection tastes.”

He moved down her body, his hands firm on her hips, and settled between her legs. His tongue flicked against her clit, causing her to squirm. One finger pushed inside her, and he established a toe-curling pace before adding a second. Persephone’s hips struck their own rhythm until whimpers escaped her lips.

Frenzied and charged, she tugged his hair and the crisp scent of his power filled the air. He’d already wound her up so tight but another wave of desire pulsed through her when she smelled his magic.

Once his eyes met hers, she said, “Come here,” and pulled him up. Instead of meeting her in a kiss like she thought he would, he turned to lick her ear which had her shuddering.

She helped position him at her entrance and the realization of how big he was, striding at the end of the bed minutes before, came crashing down.

“Sephy, are you still with me?”

This would be uncomfortable before it felt good again, and with all of her experience—or lack thereof—she’d jumped into murky water without the faintest idea of where the bottom was. But she wasn’t about to stop. “Yes, keep going,” she replied, her voice full of need.

“You have my heart, Sephy.” He slowly pushed into her and the sharp pinch disappeared before she could register the pain.

Releasing a soft moan, she met the drive of his hips with the roll of her own. The angle of each thrust hit that sweet spot she wanted pressed over and over again. The fullness of him inside her and his unchanging, pleasure-building tempo drove her higher.

In a gravelly whisper, he said, “I could stay inside you forever and it’d never be enough. I knew you’d feelperfect.”

She pulled him towards her in a kiss, swept away by the sensations. Let him do all the talking—it was her first time, and she was going to savor the ecstasy wracking her body. His mouth left her lips to press frenzied kisses into her neck. Her head sunk further into the pillow as she arched her neck and back. She wrapped one leg around him to pull him tighter towards her and his satisfied grunt spurred her to wrap her other leg around him as well.

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