A Touch of Malice (Hades & Persephone #3)(52)

“Always,” he repeated. “Even at the sight of me?”

She nodded and Hades licked his lips.

“Do you want to know how I feel when I see you?” He asked, bending to press a kiss to the inside of her knee.

She nodded.

“When I see you, I cannot help think of you like this,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper against her skin as his lips continued up her thigh. “Bare. Beautiful. Drenched.”

Each of his words was punctuated with the swirl of his tongue against her skin and her breath quickened the closer he got to her burning core.

“My cock is heavy for you,” he said. “And I am desperate to fill you.”

He stared up at her, his head hovered above the apex of her thighs, and she could feel his breath against her molten flesh. Her fingers curled into her palms, nails biting into her skin.

“Then why am I so empty?”

The corner of his mouth lifted, and then he descended, mouth covering her clit. She arched against him and her hands went to her breasts, drawing her nipples between her fingers, she moaned and met his fiery gaze. As soon as she did, he jerked on her hips, hands digging into her ass and then he was inside her, fingers curling deep, stimulating a part of her that made her breath catch hard in her throat.

The more she cried, the faster his tongue moved, the more his fingers coaxed, and when he broke free from her, his lips and fingers gleamed.

He let her relax upon the title and crawled up her body, mouth descending upon hers. He tasted like her—tangy and salty—and as his tongue slide against hers, she reached between them, wrapping her hand around his hard cock, smoothing her thumb over the head, thick with need. Hades groaned.

“Do you wish to take me in your mouth?” he asked.

“Always,” she said, sitting up.

He shuttered and closed his eyes. “That word.”

“What’s wrong with that word?”

“Nothing,” he said, and took her place upon the floor, one hand behind his head. “It’s…perfect.”

Persephone wrapped her hand around Hades’ cock, licked him once, and then took him into her mouth. His hand tightened into her hair, and he hissed, thighs tightening around her bent knees. She kept her mouth concentrated on the soft tip for a long while, savoring each bead of moisture that rose to the surface and then took him to the hilt. He let out a long breath and jackknifed into a sitting position, pulling her from his length and pressing his hot mouth to hers. He guided her to her back, moving to grasp his cock as he pressed it into her slick folds, teasing her entrance and her clit.

Persephone groaned and grounding her heels into his ass.

“Now, Hades,” she commanded. “You promised.”

He offered a breathy laugh. “What did I promise, my darling?”

He bent to kiss her neck and his teeth grazed her ear. She turned toward him, angrily, hoping to capture his lips, but he moved.

“To fill me,” she breathed. “To fuck me.”

“That was no promise,” he said. “It was a vow.”

And then he sheathed himself fully, settling deep, and for a moment he rested against her, their slick bodies melding together. His lips touched her jaw, then her mouth, as he waited for her to relax beneath him.

“Let me make love to you,” he said again and held her gaze as he shifted, rising onto his hands above her, he began to move, setting a pace that ensured she felt every part of his cock. She bent beneath him, her back coming off the floor. Hades sat back then, hands digging into her thighs as he angled her hips and plunged into her again and again, steady and agonizing.

She wanted it to last forever, she wanted to come. She wanted everything all at once.

Then he withdrew and bent his head between her thighs, mouth descending upon her once more before he shoved into her again, body hovering over hers, strong arms caging her in. She watched his face as he moved, eyes heavy-lidded, his jaw tense, lips parted. He bent now and then to kiss her— once, twice, a third time—before neither of them could keep their eyes open, until their heads rocked back, and they came.

After, they lay on the tiled floor, limbs tangled together.

“What is this I hear about a horse rescue?” she asked, her voice was low. She was tired, her body still shook from her release.

Hades did not react, his fingers continued to thread through her hair. “I was going to tell you by showing you,” he said. “Who told you?”

“No one told me,” she replied. “I overheard.”

“Hmm,” he made the sound sleepily.

After a moment, she shifted so that her arms could rest on his chest, with her chin propped upon them.

“Harmonia visited today,” she said.

“Oh?” he raised a dark brow, his eyes half-open.

“She thinks the weapon used to capture her was a net,” she said. “And that it was made with my mother’s magic.”

Hades did not speak, did not move a single muscle in his face.

“Why would my mother help attack her own people?”

“It has happened every time new gods rise to power,” Hades replied. He did not seem surprised at all.

“New gods or new power?” she asked.

“Perhaps both,” he replied. “I suppose we will find out sooner or later.”

Persephone was silent, considering Hades’ words.