Page 74 of Spring's Descent
I thrust my hips forward, savoring the way her body tensed at the intrusion. Her eyes widened, her pouty lips parting around a gasp as I claimed her. She moaned as my lips closed over hernipple, her head falling back as I switched to the other. Fuck, if I didn’t love the way her nails dug into my ass, willing me to take more, even as my cock split her in two.
“Open your eyes, Persephone. Look at how your body was made to take me.”
She whimpered as she watched my cock enter her swollen pussy. I groaned at the way she clenched around me, feeling her mounting pleasure as if it were my own.
I pulled out flipping her over onto her stomach, her hands stretched over her head. Lifting her perfect ass into the air, I ran my fingers from the slickness of her pussy to the tight hole of her ass. She pressed back against me, eager for any type of friction I would give her.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I murmured, holding a finger over her ass as I lined my cock up. I pressed my finger in at the same time I thrust my hips forward, watching as her body opened for me. “You’re a part of me now, Persephone. Woven into every fiber of my being.”
She moaned as I increased my pace, keeping my hand at her ass while my shadows worked her clit. Our pleasure synced as our breathing grew ragged, the wet sounds of our slapping bodies intensifying as our rhythm grew frenzied.
I wanted to take her deeper. Rougher. To own and punish. To praise and adore. I needed to bend and abuse her body until she was trapped in a haze of pleasure so thick she’d never come down.
“Oh gods,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets for purchase as I fucked her savagely. “Hades.”
“Not yet,” I growled, shifting us until she was straddling me, our lips inches from one another. “I want to watch as you come undone around me.”
I gripped her ass, lifting her up and down as she bounced on my cock. This angle was deeper, each thrust causing her clitto grind against my pelvis. My shadows swirled around her, not leaving an inch of her body unattended to. She gripped my arms, her nails digging into my skin as her thighs clenched.
Our magic grew, the sparks along our skin shifting to a raging fire, one that threatened to burn me in an ecstasy so potent I might just die from it. I saw the same realization in her gaze, watching as her decision mimicked my own.
“Come for me, my queen.”
Her body trembled as mine pulsed, our bodies finding euphoria together as we welcomed in the inferno of magic that wove our threads. Light danced across her head, shimmering pieces linking, until a golden crown shimmered into being. I felt the chill of shadows gather between my ram horns, growing heavier as our magic blended, until I was sure my own crown of darkness had emerged.
All the while, our bodies moved, writhing together as the waves of pleasure continued. It felt like the greatest high—a release so strong it was nearly painful. But every part of me was alive and humming with energy. All past notions of love and joy were decimated.Thiswas what it meant to live. To love.
There would only ever be my Persephone from now until the end of time.
My goddess.
My queen.
My wife.
47
PERSEPHONE
Hades tookme over and over again until it felt like I was suspended in a permanent state of euphoria. Until every cell in my body was alive and drunk on pleasure. We’d crashed only an hour or two ago, both of us spent and sore—but something tugged me from sleep.
The heavy weight of Hades’s arm was draped across my stomach, holding my back flushed against his chest. I felt safe here, wrapped in his touch… but there was a flicker of heat along my chest that had me blinking my eyes open.
I disentangled myself, being sure not to wake him, before padding across the obsidian floor toward the door. My skin pebbled with the loss of Hades’s touch, my nipples hardening as a shiver worked down my spine. I reached for the robe draped over the back of his chair, the white silk fabric cut to my size. A soft smile tilted my lips as I vaguely registered there was a matching black one next to it, as if Hades had planned on us wearing them after exiting the shower. We’d both chosen to sleep naked last night, but the thought he must have put into this had me slowing just as my fingers reached the gilded door handle.
Where was I going? The sun hadn’t yet risen, and the formal marriage ceremony wasn’t until this evening. I should be resting…
My breathing hitched as a flash of heat seared between my breasts. My necklace was hot, the fire opal painfully so, but before I could tug it from my neck, a wash of calm came over me. The pads of my fingers traced the smooth edges of the crystal, my brows furrowing as I tried to understand why my pulse was racing.
The opal had never been painful before… and it was fine, now. I must have imagined it—a gasp stole from my lips as a pulse of magic shot through my fingers.
Lark. I needed to find Lark. Something was wrong.
I fled the room, rushing down passages and dipping through corridors until a narrow, wooden door was set before me. A small, frantic piece of my mind worried that I didn’t know how I’d gotten here, or what was beyond the door, but then that familiar tugging was back.
It was only a door. And somehow I knew it would lead me to Lark. Set me on a path back to The Realm of the Living where I was needed.
The handle burned bright as I turned the knob, opening into an overgrown path. Cold night air whipped at the thin material of my robe as my bare feet crunched dead leaves and twigs. Thorns bit into the soles of my feet but I barely felt the pain, too consumed by the impulse to run through the emaciated trees surrounding me.