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)
I cannot think of any future war with her body moving against mine. She rolls her hips, brushing against my hardened length, already leaking precum, through our fabrics. Her skin is so soft, so fucking perfect, under her gown. A groan of primal need leaves me and in that moment, she moans the softest sweetest sound fueling me for more.
I hitch it up to her hip and kiss her with desperate need as I explore the warmth between her legs with my fingers. She’s already wet for me and lets out a needy noise into my mouth I can’t deny.
“I need you,” I growl into hers.
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes.”
I want her as desperate as I. I crave her falling apart.
So I work my fingers over her clit, rubbing circles that deliver the sweetest sounds from her. At first, Persephone presses her mouth into the fabric of my robe to muffle her cries, but she forgets, and I do not care who hears her. I cannot spare even a thought for anyone else. The only thing I am aware of when Persephone is soaking my fingers with her desire is that I must give her more pleasure—
And that no one has disturbed us. Not even my guards have come out of the court, though I know they must be hovering inside the door. It would only serve my cause for them to hear and bear witness to what she does to me and what I do to her.
In this moment though, I don’t care for their opinions or presence. This is my kingdom and she is my queen.
I lower my mouth to Persephone’s neck, kissing her there, sucking her there, and angle her over my cock. I get myself free from my clothes in a haze of her sweetness, get her positioned to take me, and pull her down onto my length in a swift thrust of pleasure. I bury myself to the hilt, feeling nothing but ecstasy.
Persephone lets out a loud, low moan as she takes my cock, then arches her back.
“Oh,” she says, and works her hips. “Oh, oh— Hades!” She cries out my name and I fucking love it. Harder and harder I rut ruthlessly, needing more. Craving her moans to turn to screams of pleasure.
Persephone is fucking mine.
And no one else is going to have her. Not a fucking soul could take her from me. God. Titan. Or anything or any one. She is mine. Forever.
PERSEPHONE
Ahum of satisfaction leaves me as I grip the luxurious sheets. I’m rewarded handsomely for staying at Hades’s side.
I did not expect to feel so treasured. A greater Goddess would have been able to see what was hidden behind Hades’s power and rage from the beginning. Would she not? I heard stories after all, of his power, his judgement… but not of this side of him. The sensual needs of a God.
I arch up underneath him, into his touch, as his breath whispers along the side of my neck, hot and humid. I’ve lost track of the amount of time he’s spent circling my clit with the pads of his fingers. Hades’s touch was so soft at first that I did not think he could make anything from it.
I was wrong.
Because the longer he moved his fingers, the more deeply I fell into the sensation.
This is a true reward— to be allowed to dwell in pleasure, riding the waves until they peak and crest and I come on his fingers. Once. Twice. I lose track.
How could my feelings for him not grow?
They do. They catch like a wildfire.
And I can tell—I can feel—that his feelings are growing as well.
Those emotions transform into something like peace.
Something like being at home.
The days have past and my cup flows over.
As the morning light peers into the bedchambers, he strokes his fingers between my legs until my thighs tremble, then pushes into me without a word, thrusting into me until he comes with a growl. His heat inside me is like another fire, sending every nerve ending to a scorching burn, and it makes me so needy for him that my desire refuses to settle even after Hades has come. It takes a few more orgasms quaking through me before at last I sprawl on the pillows, naked, sated and bared to him. The only thing I am wearing is Hades, stretched out next to me with one arm across my waist.
He lifts his head and kisses between my breasts, following a path down the front of my body, leaving opened mouthed kisses. Goosebumps follow in his wake.
“My Lady,” he says, then kisses again. “My Goddess. My Queen. I have a gift for you.”
“What gift?” I blink up at the ceiling. It must be a joke of some sort. What more could he possibly give me after the pleasures of this morning? There can be nothing left in all the realms.