Page 85 of The Queen & the King

Persephone

ILOOK UP AT HIM. MY HUSBAND. MY KING. MY FATED.Like the first time I saw him, I’m completely captivated. His skin practically glows from his orgasm as he looks down at me. The love in his gaze is so raw and real that my whole body aches for him.

“I missed you,” I moan, continuing to run my fingers through his hair, the silky strands sliding through my fingers.

Hades smiles, satisfied. He dips his head, pressing perfect soft kisses over my cheeks. Fuck. He makes me so incandescently happy. Hades continues to press kisses over my face until he lands his lips back on mine. He kisses me deeply, breathlessly, hopelessly, completely shattering everything in me.

He smiles, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. “I missed you too.”

I graze my nails lightly down his back, clawing at him a little. “Tell me something.”

Hades pulls back, growling at the sting but arching his back in pleasure. “Hm?”

I drag my nails down his sides to his fucking impeccable abs. “Was the sex better?” I ask, searching his face. “When I was scared, little naïve Persephone?”

Hades blinks, the haze of his orgasm clearing. “What?” he asks, more seriously.

I lift my hips, pushing Hades over and shifting so I’m straddling him. I bend and kiss along his jaw, nipping at the skin with my teeth. Am I really jealous of my other self?

Hades places his hands on my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh. “Persephone,” he growls, and I pull back to look down at him. I can practically feel the vulnerability seeping out of me. “You are my wife. Memory or not. Every time we are together, it shakes my whole universe.”

I feel my cheeks heat, so I bend again, biting his ear. “So you didn’t prefer it when I was like that?” I hate how uncertain I sound. I hate how insecure I feel. My fucking mother has a lot to answer for.

Hades digs his fingers harder into my sides. “No. It was just the side of you I never got to meet.”

I rock my hips against him, feeling him harden beneath me. I kiss down his neck. The second my lips press against the sensitive skin, he tips his head for me, releasing a deep groan. Starved, I have been starved of him.

“To see another version of you,” Hades begins, his voice deep and thick with need, “only deepened my love for you.”

I rock my hips again, moving my lips to hover over his, our breath mingling as we pant. Both of us are desperate, like addicts craving their next hit.

Painfully slow, I move in closer, groaning when our mouths finally meet. I glide my tongue along the seam of his lips, needing for him to permit me entry to his taste, to him. He doesn’t even hesitate, and his moan sends electric pulses alongmy skin. He deepens the kiss, tunneling his fingers into my hair and clenching them into a fist at the roots, holding me to him.

I place my hands on his chest, lifting my hips. His cock springs up, perfectly lined up with my pussy. Despite how sensitive I am, I can’t help but to lower my hips and take him inside. It is bittersweet torture, and I feel like I’m going to die if he’s not fully sheathed inside me this second, but I want to take my time, enjoy the agony, and bask in him.

A knock at the door makes my heart stop, along with the voice that follows it.

“Sweetling?” my mother says sweetly. I lurch up on Hades, his cock still half inside me, and we both look at the door, barely breathing. My door handle turns slightly, and I curse under my breath. I cover Hades’ mouth and quickly decide to fake that she’s just woken me. I put on my sleepiest voice and lift some vines behind the door, ready to hold it closed if necessary.

“Yes, Mother?” I say, then pretend to yawn loudly. I feel Hades laugh silently, his body shaking beneath me.

The door handle stops turning. “Oh, I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll speak to you in the morning,” she says. I remain tense, watching the door, waiting for her to retreat, bearing in mind her trick where she comes back to ensure I am truly sleeping. After a few tortuously long moments, I’m confident she won’t be back. I exhale heavily, uncovering Hades’ mouth.

He lifts an eyebrow at me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, that was close.”

I laugh, shaking my head before slamming my lips to his, kissing him hard, and dropping my hips, taking him the rest of the way. I don’t want to waste another moment. This time we’re having is so risky, but it is so necessary. I was losing myself. I needed time with Hades, time to touch him and feel him, time to bemyselfwith someone who loves me so completely. It ruinsme. Hades thrusts up, taking my breath away, his claws digging into me.

“It’s not natural for us to be apart,” I moan as I start to rock my hips on him, the pleasure almost blinding me.

Hades groans beneath me, “It’s not. It’s awful.”

I lift my hips before slamming them back down again. He cock fills me so fucking exquisitely. Hades sits up and tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head down to kiss me desperately.

“I fucking love you, Persephone Plutus,” Hades growls into my mouth.

Persephone Plutus. Fuck. My name sounds so good on his lips. I pick up the rhythm, chasing the orgasm I can feel building at the base of my spine. I kiss him fiercely, needing him to taste all the love, adoration, and need I feel for him. There will never be strong enough words to convey how desperately I crave him.

Hades pulls back, looking up at me, his eyes black. He tightens his hold on my hair, forcing me to hold his gaze. “My queen.”

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