A Touch of Malice (Hades & Persephone #3)(60)

She returned to his throne, never taking her eyes off of him, the taste of him upon her lips, and said, “Come.”

Now Hades grinned. “Only for you.”

She considered vanishing again, but Hades was on her instantly. He shredded the rest of her clothes and picked her up from his throne by the waist. She had no desire to resist him. She melded with him —chest to chest, legs around his waist, soft skin to iron muscle.

Hades drove into her and a guttural cry escaped from deep inside each of them.

“I was beginning to think all you wanted to do was stare,” he said against her skin.

She answered with a moan as he leveraged her weight and started to move in and out. Every slick inch of him filled her to bursting.

“I wanted you,” she managed. “I wanted to fuck the moment we were alone.”

Her voice was a whisper now, husky and thick with pleasure. Each time he thrust, she stopped speaking, reveling in the pleasure wracking her body.

“And instead of fucking, you asked for a game, why?”

“I like foreplay,” she said, nibbling his ear.

Hades’ chuckle turned into a growl and he kissed her hard, slamming into her for a few uncontrolled moments. Persephone’s cries filled the throne room but softened when his momentum slowed. It was sweet torture—he was dragging her to the edge of a cliff, holding her over by a thread.

Hades was the ultimate addiction. He was a glorious high, an intoxicating bliss she wanted all the time.

“I hate waiting for you,” she said.

“Then find me,” Hades said, kissing down her neck.

“You are busy.”

“Dreaming about being inside of you,” he said.

She managed a breathy laugh.

“I love that laugh,” he said, kissing her.

“I love you,” she said.

Something changed when she uttered those words. Hades met her gaze and held it as he seated himself on the edge of his throne. Persephone kept her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Say it again,” he said.

She studied him for a moment and twisted his hair around her fingers. It would be her lifeline because she knew by Hades’ voice and the way he looked at her, she was about to be consumed.

“I love you, Hades,” she said softly.

His smile was breathtaking, and he kissed her, helping her move up and down his shaft.

“I love you. You are perfection,” he said, squeezing her bottom where he still held her. “You are my lover. You are my queen.”

He leaned back and slipped his hand between them. A new sensation accosted her as he stroked her cleft. She groaned and took control, riding him harder, faster, feeling him deeper than ever before.

Hades responded, meeting her thrusts. The pounding of their bodies was vicious, and they came brutally. Persephone collapsed against him, their bodies slick and hot, as they struggled to catch their breath.

After a few moments, she felt Hades kiss her hair.

“Why is this the first time I am hearing about your fantasies?” she asked.

When he did not immediately respond, she looked at him.

“How do I verbalize such a thing?” He asked.

She shrugged. “I suppose you just…tell me what you want,” she said. “Is that not what you would want from me?”

A smile pulled at his lips. “Yes,” he answered. “So tell me, what is your fantasy?”

Persephone did not expect that question, and despite the fact that she lay in her lover’s arms, naked and covered in sweat from lovemaking, she blushed.

“I…do not think I have one,” she said.

“You’ll forgive me if I do not believe you,” he said.

“No,” she said. “I won’t—it is in your nature to detect lies.”

Hades offered a small laugh and then, “But what will it take? To learn of your fantasies?”

Persephone did not respond immediately as she traced her finger along his well-muscled chest.

“One day…I want you….to restrain me,” she said.

She noted how hard Hades swallowed, but he did not laugh and for that, she was grateful.

“I will always do as you ask,” he said.

They were silent for a long moment, then Persephone spoke.

“And you?” Her voice was quiet. “What other fantasies live in that head of yours?”

Hades chuckled, his arms tightening around her slick body.

“Darling, every time I fuck you it’s a fantasy.”





CHAPTER XVII – A TOUCH OF SHADOW

Persephone headed to work early Monday morning. She had received an email from Helen late last night asking for a meeting first thing. She had an update on Triad and their leadership and Persephone was eager to find out what she’d learned. On the way, she opened her tablet to catch up on the news.

The first headline that drew her attention was the largest and it was located under a banner that read breaking news.

An individual identifying themselves as a member of The Rebirth Movement, a sect of impious mortals, claim they have successfully dehorned a goddess.

Dread pooled in Persephone’s stomach but also hope. Hades had suspected this news would come out eventually. This was their chance to track the culprits who had hurt and mutilated Harmonia and possibly murdered Adonis.