Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 94417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
It is tender and raw and I’ve never felt so close to him or to anyone. I can barely breathe at the revelation. I need this. I need him.
He groans my name in the crook of my neck and my head falls back loving the warmth and the timbre of his tone.
It makes me crave even more.
I spread my thighs and hook my heels around the small of his back. Hades lets out a low sound into my mouth and presses closer, his cock dragging over my clit. Pleasure unfolds from that place like an entire garden in bloom, and I gasp as it travels down to my toes, making them curl.
Hades makes another sound, this one more curious, and repeats the motion. The evidence of how much I desire him is between us. It is yet another thing that seems new and familiar and forbidden and sacred at the same time. The wave of pleasure becomes a wave of heat and turns back into pleasure again.
I am not only his queen when I am like this. I am also myself. It is the first time in many months that I have felt the power of my own body. And I have needs and desires that no one else has ever brought out in me.
Hades repeats the motion a third time, even more slowly, and a moan escapes me. He says something too low for me to hear, his body pressing even closer, the hard muscles of his abs against the softness of my belly. This is a realm I have not had enough time to discover. My curiosity grows until it is the size of the Underworld, and I feel I must have it all now.
I must know all of him now. I must have all the pleasure he can give me now. I must know all the ways we can fit together and move together and find pleasure together.
“Please,” I beg of him. His answer is only another rough grunt from deep in his chest.
I gasp in another breath and he lowers his head to kiss the side of my neck, sucking the spot until he must be leaving a mark.
I run my fingertips down the back of his neck to where his shoulders work as he braces himself, one thought demanding to be voiced.
“Love or desire?” I ask. I must know. For my sister speaks of both things. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. And at this moment, when I feel such things for him, I must know.
Hades lifts his head and stares into my eyes with a depth that seems to see through me. “Unlike you, I mean what I say,” he tells me, his voice steady. “I will always love you.”
My lips part with wanting. I cannot help shivering as the words hit me and sink in. I do not know what to do, or what to say, when there is no doubt in my mind that he has just spoken a plain truth. There seems to be only one path forward.
I kiss him quickly, pouring all my emotions into it. Hades groans into my mouth, and then, without breaking the kiss, he repositions himself over me and notches his cock to my entrance.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes closed in peace before opening them again with a striking primitive need. “You’re prepared for me,” he says, his voice full of lust. “My Queen.”
“I need you,” I confess to him in response. “My King.” I offer him the respect of his title as I offer him my body. Knowing who he is and even so, I desire him.
I spread my thighs wider, although my body tenses. Never have I done this. He sinks into me slowly and my lips part. The slow stretch and slight pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming and instant pleasure. I cling to his shoulders, gasping at the sensation. There is power in taking him inside me. His breath hitches as he buries himself deep, pushing forward until our hips are even. My head falls back and I close my eyes, relishing the feeling.
Then the only sound in the air is my breath, and his. Every nerve ending is lit aflame as if he himself is fire.
I close my eyes, letting my body adjust to him as he rocks against my clit.
“You were made to take me,” he whispers at my neck as he pulls out slowly and then slams himself back into me. My nails dig into his flesh as the wave of pleasure crashes against me. “You were made for me to have like this,” he murmurs in reverence and does it again and again. Each thrust forcing small gasps of pleasure from me.
I have never felt so exposed and so covered at the same time. The width of his body between my thighs is perfect, but heady. I’m nearly dizzy from the intensity of him and his words and need.