Page 107 of The Queen & the King

I slide my hands under his shirt and drag my nails down his back, meeting his rhythm and rocking my hips with him. I tilt them slightly, trying to position him, needing him to push inside me, but he continues to just rub against me.

I’m vaguely aware of the state of things outside the palace, of the work that needs to be done, but we deserve this reunion after everything we’ve been through.

“Fuck,” I curse, moaning into his lips.

Hades bites my lip, and he moves his hands to grab my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You need to be fucked?”

I look up at him, panting. “Yes, please.”

Hades moans, looking down at me. “I ached for you.”

My pussy throbs, and I lift my hips again, needing him inside me. He finally gives me what I need, tilting his hips and thrusting inside me, slamming his cock in to the hilt.

“My fucking wife,” he growls.

“Husband,” I moan and arch beneath him. “Mine.” I look up at him, my heart swelling at the sight of him above me. There is so much pleasure and love in his expression. “Marry me, Hades?” I ask.

He doesn’t slow his thrusts, but something in his gaze changes, showing surprise and elation. He smiles and kisses me hard. “Yes. Officially.”

I smile against his lips, moaning as I deepen the kiss.

“I need to be tied to you in every conceivable way. My wife. My queen.” Hades growls into me, the words filling my body with such a deep sense of belonging and love.

Hades bucks his hips harder, faster. He needs more, just like I do. I need to feel him in my soul, and finally, I do.

Hades releases my wrists and grabs the headboard, the leverage allowing him to thrust into me harder. I dig my nails into his sides and lift my hips in time with his thrusts, taking himdeeper inside me. My pussy drenches his cock as he slams into me over and over.

“Hades! I love you!”

Hades locks his gaze with mine, and we both come at the same time, our shouts of pleasure filling the room. I keep my nails embedded in his sides, moaning at the feeling of him filling me. He slows his thrusts, giving me every last drop of his cum. He looks down at me for a long moment before collapsing on top of me, his full weight crushing me, and fuck, I’ve never felt safer. I pant, kissing along his neck and jaw, anywhere I can reach.

He groans. “Can’t move. You killed me.”

I laugh, nuzzling into him and biting his neck. Hades growls, the vibrations from his chest making me shiver. He rolls, pulling me with him so I’m sprawled on top of him.

“Fuck, being back in our bed is?—”

Hades nuzzles the top of my head. “I haven’t slept here since you were taken.”

I press a soft kiss to his shoulder. “I know, baby.”

He sighs contentedly beneath me. “I wonder what I will dream of tonight now that I don’t have to dreamwalk.”

“Probably still me. You’re kinda obsessed with me.” I smirk, pulling back to bite his earlobe.

He laughs, and it’s such a joyful sound that I can’t help but join in. “Are you saying it’s not mutual?”

I nip playfully at his jaw. “That’s definitely not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, hm?” Hades pinches my ass hard, making me yelp. “Menace.”

I brush my lips over his, teasing him. “That you’ll definitely dream of me, and it’ll probably be a dirty dream. But now, when you wake up tomorrow morning, hard and desperate for me, maybe we can reenact it.”

His eyes darken. “Is that right?”

I nod and kiss him. “So better make it extra dirty.”

“Oh, my spring, my menace. You have no idea how filthy my dreams of you get.” He smirks wickedly, and my core pulses in response.

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