Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
If she does not know now, she will know in the spring.
“Hecate is here,” she says and swallows a lump in her throat. She releases me and closes her eyes, whispering and fighting back emotions. “Go to your king.”
Hades
“Hades.”
I am prepared for Minox, so Persephone’s voice sets my heart racing. Fucking finally. Every nerve ending in me lights aflame and my breath is stolen from me. Finally, my queen returns. I whirl around as Cerberus leaps from my side. My dog is the first to reach my queen, and Persephone bends down, her travel satchel slipping from her shoulder and falling with a faint thud.
She’s breathtaking in a blush pink silk robe with floral pin in her hair.
“Hello,” she says, ruffling whichever of Cerberus’s heads she can reach. The dog barks a few more times, then runs around Persephone and out into the hall. Announcing her arrival and racing to tell all of the Underworld, our queen is here.
She’s so beautiful and the air around her bends to her power. Her return is a soothing balm to my soul. That is her scent in the air. That is her gown, and her face, and her sweet lips.
I am with her before I realize I have taken a single step. Cupping her face, I tilt her chin up for a kiss. She’s here. This is not a dream. Persephone looks up at me, her hands coming up to cover mine, and smiles a gorgeous and lust-filled smile. She is sinful with what she does to every inch of my being.
“My love,” she says in a low voice. “I’m here.”
I lean down and kiss her once again.
She tastes of honey and sweetness and love. I moan into our kiss, and she presses herself closer to me, deepening the embrace. Persephone wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down. Her warmth consumes me. Barely paying attention and without breaking our kiss, I guide us to the bed chambers until I can slam the door shut with one hand, then throw magic at it to lock it. Parting my hand from her lower back was torturous and I’m eager to reclaim her curves. We cannot be disturbed.
My cock has ached for her for months, and now that she is in my hands again, I will lose my mind if I do not have her.
“Hades,” Persephone gasps in a sweet moan against my lips. It’s evident she needs me as much as I need her. Our movements are not graceful as we tear apart the clothing we wear. It’s painful to stop kissing her, but I must. I need her gown on the floor. I need to see all of her, every inch of her skin, so that I know she is well, and she is here, and she is mine. I strip her clothes over her head like I have lost my mind and let them drop to the floor until she is naked.
Then I sink to my knees. Worshipping every inch of her. Mine.
Persephone leans against the door, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with her breath. “I missed you very much,” she murmurs.
“You have no idea,” I practically groan in response.
I take one of her knees in my hand and pull her leg over my shoulder, then pull her close and take a languid lick of her. Her head falls back and her fingers find my hair. She cries out my name as I suck gently and prepare my queen for the ruthless fuck she’s about to receive.
Persephone moans above me and my mind is filled with her. There’s nothing else. Only her sweet folds, already wet for me, and the taste of her, and the arousal that I‘ve craved and starved for. I did not forget her. I did not forget any part of her. She’s familiar on my tongue, but I devour her pussy like this is my last chance. I press my tongue over her clit and make circles until she comes, letting her weight rest on me. Her hips surge forward into my face, which is a demand for more.
I give it to her.
I give it to her again and again. Climbing the highest of highs with her chest and cheeks flushed until she falls down begging me for more.
She’s still leaning against the door when I add my fingers and fuck slowly up into her tight heat. Persephone rolls her hips, fucking herself on them, and I need to rip my clothes off. Get them the fuck off.
I bring her to another orgasm before I carry her to our bed.
Persephone rolls over onto her stomach to watch me undress. Her hooded gaze reflects desire and lust and a primal need. I strip everything off as fast as I undressed her. She sits up as I come closer to the bed, then rises to her knees.