Page 34 of Spring's Descent
Hades
Persephone might deny wanting me,but I could see the way her nipples harden beneath the scraps of her dress, just begging for my lips around them. She’d clenched her thighs together, but there was no hiding the scent of her arousal, like the sweetest vanilla. Her entire body was trembling, weeping for my cock to split her in two.
I had no doubt it would happen soon, but my little witch wasn’t ready for that yet. She still thought I was only Aidoneus. If she knew I was the Lord of The Underworld, the Dark God she feared, she’d never look at me again.
Last week it wouldn’t have mattered to me. Persephone was only a means to an end, a link to the life magic my realm so desperately needed. I’d intended to catch her, bond her, and fuck her before turning her loose. It wasn’t enough to convince her to pledge her magic to me, I needed her thread woven with mine, something only complete by a vow freely given and a good fuck.
But that was before she had pressed her small hands against my chest and forced my heart to beat again. Now, she was in my head, her magic coursing through my veins, like the most addictive drug. She had invaded every cell in my body, branding me as hers forever, and I intend to do the same.
“Did you mean it?” She asked, the slight wobble to her voice giving her away, but she stepped forward despite her trembling legs, her fingers toying with the fabric along her shoulders.
I tilted my head to the side as my shadows swirled around us, waiting for her to continue.
“About me belonging to you.”
“More than you know.”
Her pulse skipped, and I watched as determination solidified in her features. Persephone lifted her chin, her green eyes never wavering from mine as she pushed the sleeves off her shoulders, one and then the other, until the material pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her clothes until only the golden chain and opal around her neck remained.
Persephone’s red curls fanned out around her, matching the small tuft of hair between her already slick thighs. Her body was thin, the swell of her hips narrow, but there was a decent layer of muscle coating her frame. I intended to thicken her up as soon as we were home. Even so, every inch of her was fucking perfect. A goddess built for me to ravage.
A flush started over her body, her chest and cheeks rosy with the heat of blood thumping beneath her fair skin.
“All of it,” I said, eyeing the fire opal around her neck. I wasn’t sure if it was responsible for the spike of power between us, but I didn’t want to take the chance of anything preventing me from touching Persephone as I pleased.
Her eyes snapped to mine, burning with defiance, but she obeyed. Carefully setting the necklace on top of her rags, she started across the slick stone floors toward the water’s edge, swaying her hips as she went.
“Do you know what you’re playing at, little witch?”
She bent down, facing me as she sat on the edge of the pool, letting her legs dangle in the pristine water. Daring to meet my heated gaze with a fire of her own, Persephone took her time studying my body, perusing as ifshewere the seductress.
And maybe she was. I already felt the limits of my self-control faltering as she stared, her tongue licking her pouty bottom lip.
“If you lick your lips one more time while staring at my cock, I will shove it down your throat until you gag.”
Her eyes widened as her gaze met mine, but I didn’t miss the sweet hint of vanilla spiking in the air.
“My little witch would like that, wouldn’t she? My hands fisted in her hair, her lips bruised and swollen as I fucked her face?”
I let my smirk show as I stepped into the pool. The warm mineral water was already thawing the soreness clinging to my muscles, but I knew my little witch felt the hardship of the journey much more than I did. She would need tending to in more ways than one, and I couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted more than to care for her.
“Yes,” she breathed as I crossed the small pool toward her. Placing a hand on either side of her hips, my palms flat against the rock, I dragged my nose up the column of her neck.
She arched into my touch as I pressed gentle kisses along her throat, my fingers trailing up her spine.
“So needy,” I rumbled as my other hand found her breast, teasing the peaked tip. A gasp fell from her lips as I pinched the sensitive bud, and I took advantage of the needy sound, capturing her mouth with mine. Our lips clashed, my tongue sweeping out as I tangled my fingers in the curls along the base of her neck and tugged. She opened further for me, those small, breathy sounds shifting to uninhibited moans as I claimed her.
She met me stroke for stroke, her tongue lashing against mine as I kneaded her breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers. Another gasp came from her pretty lips, but she leaned into the touch, silently begging for more. It seemed my Persephone liked her pleasure tempered with a bit of pain.
I broke the kiss only to gather her sore nipple in my mouth, soothing the pinch with my tongue.
She held my head to her, her legs spreading for me to step between them. I allowed myself one moment to bask in the feel of her thighs wrapped around me, my cock poised at her entrance, before I grabbed her ass, and lifted her off the edge.
Her arms came around my neck as we sank into the warm water, a moan escaping her perfect mouth for an entirely different reason.
“It’s the minerals in the water,” I breathed against her neck, tasting her lips one more time before gently unwrapping her legs from around me. Mustering every thread of control I could find, I turned her so that she was sitting across my lap, my cock straining against the outside of her thigh.
Confusion and hurt flashed across her face, her cheeks heating. I captured her chin in my fingers before she could look away.