Page 104 of The Queen & the King

I move off his lap and step back on the dais. Music fills the room, but not the usual music that plays in here. This melody is slow, tantalizing, and sensual. I sway, and my black vines shoot from the ground. They twist around one of my calves and track up my thigh. I watch Hades as I dance for him, his cock a hard bulge beneath his zipper. It takes less than a minute for Hades to get his shadows involved. They brush against my vines, following and caressing them as they curl around my hips, stomach, and chest.

His shadow hands roll my nipples between strong fingers and tangle in my hair, yanking my head back. My eyelids flutter closed, but I continue to dance for him.

Every inch of my skin feels like he is touching it, but I want his hands. I want his actual touch. My skin tingles from the sensation and the desperate desire I’m feeling for him. His sinful shadows slip between my thighs and start rubbing against my clit, in perfect rhythm with the music, and I rock my hips.

“My king,” I moan, and it sounds like I’m worshiping him. He is my husband, my fated, my king, and my god.

My body trembles at the feeling of his shadows. There is not one part of my body he isn’t touching. My eyes roll back and close in helpless pleasure.

I’m pulled from my stupor by his actual hand clasping my chin. “Eyes on me, Persephone.” His low voice sends a shiver of pleasure through me, and I meet his gaze, panting. “You dance for me alone,” Hades growls. “For your king.”

Who else would I dance for?

He steps closer, his body pressed to mine. I continue to sway to the music, rubbing against him. “And you only watch me dance. Your queen.”

Hades drags his thumb along my bottom lip. “Do you want your king’s cock?”

“Desperately,” I whisper, my whole body thrumming for him.

Hades releases me, his shadows disappearing and leaving my body aching for more.

“Bend over my throne, brace your hands on the arms,” Hades growls. “I’ll give you what you want. What youneed.”

I brush past him as I follow his instructions. I face his throne and bend over, placing my hands on the arms. My body trembles in anticipation, and I pant as I wait for him, straining to hear any movement. But there is no sound, only my heart racing in my chest.

After the longest moment I’ve ever experienced, I hear his steps echo in the silent room. He glides the very tips of his fingers over the swell of my ass, then lands his palm down on it hard. The crack of his hand against my ass cheek is ear -splitting in the room, but he gives me no time to recover before slamming his cock inside me. My soaking pussy is more than ready for him, yet his size always takes me off guard. There is a perfect bite ofpain when he first slams into me, and my cunt slowly stretches to accommodate him.

My back arches, and I cry out. My body bathes his cock in a rush of heat, welcoming him home. Hades’ moan from behind me almost completely undoes me, but I hold on, desperate for this to last for as long as possible.

Hades spanks me again. “You’re dripping, Persephone. Making a mess on the floor.” He growls, slamming into me again.

My hips lurch forward at the force, and I shove them back again, greedy for more of him, feeling my arousal sliding down my thighs.

“Hades!”

“Look,” he growls.

I shift a little, glancing between my legs to see the mess I’ve made. The floor glows faintly as the evidence of my need puddled on the ground turns to diamonds embedded in the marble. Hades has forever memorialized that we fucked here, that the king took his queen against his throne.

I push my hips back, needing more, needing fucking everything. “Demon, please.”

Hades snarls behind me, slamming into me harder, almost punishingly. I dig my nails into his throne, leaving scratch marks.

He spanks me again, harder this time, and the cool air stings my ass where his hand collided with my flesh.

Hades hisses, noticing the scratch marks on the throne. “Every time I sit here. I will see you like this.”

I glance at him over my shoulder, moaning. “Let me ride you, my king? Then you can see me like that, too.”

I shiver when he pulls out of me, but before I can mourn the loss of him, he lifts me easily and sits on his throne. He arranges me on his lap, straddling him, and I eagerly drop my cunt downon his length. Even that brief pause of not being full of him was too much.

Hades digs his fingers into my hair, bringing my lips to his and kissing me desperately. Our crowns fall off, crashing to the floor, but I barely notice, too lost in my husband.

The bond within us hums happily, excited to be reunited and this close again. Our powers seem to dance with one another, complementing one another. My power stirs, and I sense one of my vines sprout. It wraps lovingly and possessively around one of his calves like he does to me with his tail. I slam my hips down on him harder, faster, my orgasm building, heat stoking low in my stomach.

Hades yanks my hair, pulling me closer and moaning against my lips, “Come for me, Persephone.”

My hands tighten on his shoulders at the intimate command, and my body responds. I slam my pussy down on him one more time before pleasure overtakes my whole body. His name tears from my throat like a benediction as I come hard around his cock, my pussy contracting around him, demanding my due.

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