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"That I can still fuck your brains out," Persephone replied, making him smile wickedly.

"You always ask the most important questions," Hades said, twisting her hair around his fingers and giving it a slight tug. "A good thing, too, because I need to remind you who you belong to and reinforce exactly why running away from me is a very, very bad idea."

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Hades's hands were shaking; they had been since he had gotten Persephone back, and he couldn't make them stop. The relief to have her in his arms was so palpable that he could breathe again for the first time in days.

He kissed his way down her soft throat, smiling as she squirmed against his stubble but didn't move away. She smelled of flowers and the incense of Isis's temple. He wanted to rub himself all over her to get his scent on her again, like he was some kind of beast. That's what his fear had reduced him to. Hades moved his hand up her smooth, round thigh, and Persephone shifted to straddle him.

Despite her words that she wasn't going to leave him, the fear and shock of it was still riding him. He needed to touch her everywhere, to be inside of her, and to feel her heart beating next to his.

"I do love it when you don't wear pants," Persephone said with a naughty little grin that he adored. Her hands were already doing some exploring of her own. He was hard before her fingers wrapped around him, and he never got tired of her touch.

"I should fuck your pretty throat hoarse for the stress you've caused me," he only half teased.

"What a coincidence because I want your dick in my mouth right now," she replied, slipping out of his grip. He widened his legs as she moved between them.

Hades couldn't stop the smug smile that danced over his lips. Nothing made him feel like a king as Persephone did when she was on her knees before him. She licked her full lips, knowing precisely what to do to tease him. Her hand wrapped around his dick at the base and gave it a hard squeeze.

"I missed you too," she said with a wink and sucked his crown.

Hades's fingers twined in her loose hair, his body burning in seconds. "My beautiful queen." Her free hand went under his clothes to stroke over his chest. Impatient by the restriction, Hades's magic made their clothes disappear.

Persephone lifted her mouth long enough to whisper, "Show off," before returning her mind-altering assault on him.

Within moments, Hades's self-control was hanging on by a thread. He looked over her gorgeous body; her breasts were fuller, and her belly had the sweetest little bump.

She squeezed his balls just enough to make him groan. He thrust harder into her mouth, his hands gripping her hair tight. He had forgotten who was meant to be punishing whom because her mouth, tongue, and teeth were sin itself.

"Fuck, Persephone," he stammered, his breath ragged. She flicked her tongue against him before deep-throating him and turning his blood to fire. He was coming before he could warn her. Persephone drank it down, sucking him until he became too sensitive. She kissed his still quivering stomach muscles.

"Forgive me for running away yet?" she asked, and he purposely narrowed his eyes because she looked like the cat who got the cream.

"Not even a little," he said, hauling her off her red knees and onto the bed. She let out a delighted giggle. She knew he wasn't angry with her. He never could be because she was his everything. He ran his hands possessively over the rounded curve of her hips to her full breasts.

"Careful. They are a bit sensitive," she warned him with a sparkle in her eyes. Hades wasn't in a mood to be merciful. He lowered his mouth to their soft curves, his long fingers gently squeezing harder and harder until she was squirming and panting. He sucked on her nipples and breasts until they were covered in his marks again. Only then did he begin to feel a little better.

Possessive, old monster that you are. He didn't care. She was his, and he needed them both to feel it. He pushed her feet up and spread her thighs.

"So fucking wet already," he purred with approval. He kissed her soft mound once before running the tip of his tongue over her.

"Hades..." Persephone whimpered, her hands gripping his dark hair.

Dark hells, he had missed that sound, her taste, the feel of her soft, sensitive pussy against his mouth. Hades feasted on her, unable to contain everything he was feeling and wanting. His hands gripped her silky thighs, holding her wider for him and stopping her from wriggling away. He thrust his tongue into her, needing more of the musky sweetness that was hers alone.

Persephone. His immortal love. His perfect sunshine girl. She began to shake, and he looked up long enough to see the bright flush that raced along her skin. She came with a strangled shout of his name. This was his Elysium.

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Persephone's body was thrumming like she was one long pulse of energy. Her magic was leaking everywhere in hazy gold and black light. Hades curled a finger around one of her shadows and gave it a playful tug that had her whimpering. This was the chaotic dark god she loved best, the one who no one ever got to see but her.

Hades kissed his way back up her body before taking her panting mouth in a searing embrace that left her dizzy. He moved back from her with a dark grin, grabbed her by the ankles, and lifted them on either side of his neck. He slid his hard dick into her slow enough to make her gasp.

"Oh, fuck, I missed you so much," she said.

Hades held her hips tight to him, letting her adjust. He gazed down at her with such love and longing that she almost couldn't take it. He kissed the insides of both her ankles with a sweet tenderness that vanished seconds later as he thrust harder and harder into her. He had her legs locked to his chest so she could do nothing but lie there and take whatever he wanted to give her.

"Promise me you won't run away like that again," he growled.

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