Page 71 of Spring's Descent
PERSEPHONE
“Finally, I have you alone.”Hades dragged his nose up the length of my neck as he pressed me against his door. I leaned into his touch as the last of the champagne swam through my veins.
Gods above, did he feel incredible. His lips pressed against my thrumming pulse, the skilled caress of his fingers drifting up the inside of my thigh as his other hand wrapped around my waist. Each point of contact sent electricity tingling through my body.
My hands wrapped around his neck as he worked the gold silk of my dress up.
Yes. I couldn’t believe I’d stayed away from him for this long. I needed to taste him again, to feel him lose control.
Savoring the way his hooded eyes widened, I turned us, pressing him against the wall. “What are you up to, little witch?”
“I miss your taste.”
His pupils expanded as I knelt before him, working his laces free. He pressed his palms flat, the muscles along his forearms straining as his pants pooled at his feet. Wrapping my lips around his tip, I guided him inside my mouth, staring up at him as I took him deeper. Hades groaned as I pulled back, runningmy tongue along the length of him, before swallowing him again, until he was pressed against the back of my throat.
“Fuck Persephone,” he growled, his hands lifting from the wall to tangle in my hair. Then his hips were moving, fucking my face as I fought for air, finding stolen breaths in between thrusts. I did my best to hollow my cheeks, letting him use me, spurred on by the primal sounds spilling from his lips.
Only I could make him feel this way. Only I could make the great God of The Underworld tremble with need. Desperate forme. His queen.
Hades yanked hard on my hair, pulling a gasp from me as he withdrew, forcing me to look up at him from my knees. His eyes were fully black, simmering with something dark and hungry. Something primal.
His fingers pinched my chin, tilting my face from side to side, inspecting what he’d done to me. I could feel the dampness along my cheeks where tears had fallen. My jaw was aching from his rough treatment, my lips swollen, and my knees were starting to hurt from where I’d knelt on the obsidian floor, the golden material of my dress bunched around my thighs. But all I could think about was how I wanted more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees for me,” Hades rumbled as my thighs clenched. “I bet you’re wet for me already, aren’t you, little witch?”
My chest heaved as I stared up at him, unable to nod with the grip he still had on my chin.
“Feel yourself,” he said, releasing me as he took a step back to watch. “Slip your fingers into your needy pussy and tell me how much you wish it was me.”
My cheeks blazed, but I did as he said. Spreading my knees, I lifted my dress slowly, knowing he would track every movement. I let my fingers drift up, closing my eyes as I imagined Hades’s hands in their place.
I was wet, my thighs slick with want. Letting my dress fall to the side, I circled my clit, my breasts heaving as that delicious coil low in my belly started to grow. My nipples were hard, my body flushed as my fingers worked.
It was only when I heard Hades’s growl of frustration that I let a finger sink inside me. Then his hand was around my wrist, holding me inside before I’d even had time to blink my eyes open.
“Such a naughty little witch.”
My pussy squeezed around my finger as I stared up at him, knowing I’d purposely found the longest way to carry out his command. A way that would torture him just as much as it did me.
“You never said I couldn’t have fun first,” I breathed, tilting my pelvis to grind my clit against my palm.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as his nostrils flared. He yanked my hand free, holding my slick finger up between us before his lips closed over it. His tongue swirled as he licked me clean, savoring the taste.
My breathing quickened as our pulses raced. The scent of my arousal was heavy in the air as he slipped my finger free from his mouth, licking his lips for any lingering traces. His gaze dropped to the fabric between my legs for only a moment before he gripped the golden silk and ripped.
It split down the middle, the gown held up only by the thin straps across my shoulders. My mouth fell open as Hades made quick work of those too, until the scraps of my beautiful gown were laying in tatters around my knees.
“Stand up.”
Embarrassment burned across my cheeks even as my nipples hardened, but I pressed to a stand, lifting my chin as he circled me. My pulsed raced, my breasts aching as I fought to control my breathing. I was exposed, naked and bared before him as heinspected every inch of my body, standing in nothing but my fire opal necklace and the make-shift crown pinned in my hair. By the time he finished circling, I was practically panting with need.
“Next time I give you a command, I expect you to carry it out right away. If I tell you to pleasure yourself, I expect you naked and spread before me in the next breath.” His hand cupped my pussy, pulling a gasp from me. “This is mine, little witch.”
His palm pressed against my clit, applying just enough pressure to have me grinding against him in response.
“Every inch of your body is mine to do with as I will.” His fingers slid through my slickness, teasing my pussy but never entering. “I will take this from you tonight.”
Hades pressed a finger into me hard, adding a second one as he pumped, before pulling back to a teasing touch.