Page 73 of Spring's Descent

“Gods, Hades,” she moaned, tugging me closer.

“Yes,” I said, sinking my fingers into her tight pussy as I teased her clit. “I’m your god, Persephone.”

She arched her back, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as the climax built.

“Say it,” I commanded, adding a third finger. She gasped at the fullness but didn’t pull away. Such a good girl. I intended on fucking her properly tonight. It was important she was ready for me, because I wouldn’t be gentle. “Tell me I’m your god. That I’m the only one to ever make you feel this good.”

“Hades,” she begged as I pumped, allowing my fingers to graze that sensitive spot within.

She looked down at me with one of her hands still wrapped around my horns as my mouth remained poised over her clit. I wondered if she knew she held all the power here. That if she told me I was nothing, that I was a placeholder until she found something better, that I would still bow to her. I would pledge my life—my eternal soul—to her again and again even if she could never promise me the same.

“I’m yours,” she breathed, and I thought I would die from how my heart squeezed. “All of me. Everything. My entire world. It’s you, Hades. It’s only ever been you.”

My wings burst into being as something clicked in my chest. I stared up at her green eyes marveling at the beauty before me and sent a thanks to the fates for bringing her into my life.

“Then come for me, my goddess. Show me how loud your god makes you scream.”

I closed my lips over her clit and sucked as my fingers curled. She screamed my name as her pussy clenched around me, pressing her center into my face as I continued to work her through her orgasm. Lapping at her slit until those soft little pants grew louder once more.

I climbed up her body, kissing the curves of her stomach, the swell of her breasts. My teeth grazed the edge of her nipple before tasting the soft skin in the curve of her neck, licking just over her pulse that beat in time with mine.

“Forever, Persephone,” I vowed.

“Hecate mentioned we could’ve gotten married tonight. That doing so would’ve helped with our magic, even before my awakening.” She glanced up, tracking the pads of her fingers drifting down my chest to the upside down torch branded over my heart.

I stilled, waiting for her to meet my gaze. “Yes. If we spoke the sacred vows, our threads would start to weave, but won’t seal until you’re fully awakened.”

She looked up through thick lashes. “But theywould bewoven. Braided but not fastened.”

Shifting to my side, I caressed the edge of her cheek, noting the faintest hint of a blush. “Yes.”

Persephone breathed deeply, turning into my touch to press a kiss against my palm. “Marry me, Hades. Right now. I want to feel our souls joined as our bodies are.”

My eyes blazed as she met my gaze. Her head was fanned out around the pillow, a halo of red. Her skin was still flushed from her latest orgasm, and the scent of her sweet arousal hung heavy in the air.

“I give myself to you, Persephone.” Gently, I removed the crown of pins from her head, setting them aside for what was tocome. The air became charged, buzzing with power. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling our magic reach for one another.

“All that I once was, I yield to you.”

My lips brushed her cheeks, my nose grazing her own as I hovered over her lips.

“All that I will be is yours. From now, until the end of time, we will be as one.”

The heat of her breath washed over me as she uttered her promises back, each word adding to the mounting charge in the air.

“I give myself to you, Hades. All that I once was, I yield to you. All that I will be is yours.” She swallowed, her gaze locking with mine as the electricity pricked across our skin. “From now until the end of time, we will be as one.”

A gasp stole from her lips as our magic snapped together, linking our threads. The blazing fire of her life magic sizzled against the cold frost of mine, the dark and light threads braiding together seamlessly. Electricity cracked in the air, light sparking in small prisms as my shadows rose in turn.

I could feel her. The desperate need of her body. Her love. Gods below, the power of her love was infinite.

I stared down at her as her fingers traced the brands across my chest. She was exquisite, her green eyes amazed as sparks danced beneath her touch.

“There’s no escaping me now, little witch,” I vowed, nudging her knees apart to position myself at her center.

“You already own all of me, Hades,” she breathed, dropping her knees to open herself further. “Now, show me what it means to be fucked by a god.”

“Yes, my queen.”