Page 44 of The Queen & the King

Hades nods, and I catch the flicker of annoyance at the mention of the trickster.

“He may have hinted that you and I are…”

“Are…?” Hades prompts, watching me carefully.

“Meant to be together.” My words are barely a whisper, and my cheeks flush at the statement. Did I scare him off?

Hades’ only reaction to my words is a slight twitch of his lips, and his eyes glint with amusement. “Why would I freak out about that?”

“Well, it’s kind of… a lot.” I feel my cheeks heating more.

Hades laughs and leans in, kissing me softly. It’s enough to stoke the fire deep in my tummy. “Is it?” Hades asks, amused.

“What about your queen?”

His smirk deepens. “Again, you are assuming you’re not her.”

Suddenly, an image shoots to the front of my mind. I tilt my head, seeing myself looking into a mirror in a large, darkly decorated room, a black crown perched on my head. I whimper as a sharp pain sears my mind. It feels like I’m being stabbed in the skull by a hot poker.

Hades slams his lips to mine, and the pain, the image, everything disappears but him. Once again, it is just him and me, alone, naked on a beach. I deepen the kiss, allowing myself to get lost in him. Instinctively, I lift my hips, a thrill traveling through me when his hard length grazes my pussy again.

Hades shifts between my thighs, pressing his cock against my opening, teasing me. I tunnel my fingers into his hair and try to lift my hips, needing him to stretch and fill me. He matches my movements, allowing no movement of his cock, keeping it so it barely breaches me.

“Need more?” he growls against my lips.

“Please, demon,” I moan into his lips, completely losing myself to him. The second the words leave my lips, they are forgotten. Everything is forgotten except his lips against mine and his cock pressed against me.

Hades practically snarls, finally surrendering to his desire. He slams his cock into me. His girth stretches me , the bite of pain quickly morphing into pleasure. My head swims in euphoria at the feeling of him, and I cry out, wrapping my legs around his hips and arching against him. I need to be closer to him, to have more of him. I need everything.

Hades digs his fingers into my hair and yanks it hard in his fist. “Eyes on me,” he growls, the sound low and guttural.

I keep my gaze locked on his, moaning as he thrusts into me hard and fast. His other hand grasps my thigh so hard that I think I’ll bruise, and I hope I do. I need proof that this happened. I need to hold on to the memory of this, the fantasy of him.

Hades snarls above me, and I catch sight of his fangs. My pussy clenches around his cock at the sight of him. Every form of him is as delicious as the last, and I am so wildly attracted to every single one.

“I need you.” Hades’ voice no longer sounds like his own. It’s deeper, rougher, and deadlier, but I’ve never felt safer.

“Don’t stop. Please,” I beg, lifting my hips in time with Hades’ thrusts.

“Never. I will never stop, Persephone,” Hades says, slipping his hand to my calf. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder, opening me and allowing him even deeper.

I feel my arousal spilling out of me, every part of my body completely desperate for this god, for this king. My king.

Hades’ black gaze seems to penetrate my soul, and he growls deeply, “Give it all to me, my spring.”

I moan at his words, at the way he’s looking at me, at the feeling of him fucking me. My breath catches when he leans down, stretching me more and slamming his lips to mine, kissing me frantically, passionately.

He moans into my mouth, “Come with me, Persephone.”

Almost as if my body was waiting, it eagerly submits to his command, my orgasm ripping through me. Pleasure completely overwhelms me, and I arch beneath him, every muscle contracting. I scream his name, completely at his mercy.

I want to worship him. I need to worship him. He is my god.

Hades roars, and I feel his release fill me, sending another wave of pleasure through me. I deepen the kiss as his thrusts slow, and he pants into me, spent.

Hades. My Hades. My husband.

I tense with a moment of clarity, and without thinking, whispered words fall from my lips directly into his. “I’m still here, baby.” Before the last word has completely left my lips, my mind fogs.

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