The words were quiet and casual. As if she had just asked him how his day went or commented on the weather. She felt his eyes on her, and slowly peaked up at him. His gaze had darkened.
“And how would you worship me, Goddess?” His voice was deep and controlled.
She tried to repress a smile, and kneeled to the floorboard in front of him, wedging herself between his legs.
“Shall I show you?” she asked.
His throat worked, and he managed in a husky tone, “A demonstration would be appreciated.”
Her hands moved to the button of his trousers where she freed his sex and clasped it in her hand—it was soft but hard, and she met Hades’ gaze as she stroked him once. His hands became fists on his thighs, and when she tasted him, he groaned and rolled his head back.
Then the car came to a stop.
“Fuck,” he said, and reached for the intercom button. Persephone continued to take him deep into the back of her throat, licking and sucking him. When Hades spoke, he was breathless. “Antoni. Drive until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, sir.”
He hissed, inhaling breath between his teeth. His fingers dug into her scalp, loosening her braid as she worked him with her hand and moved her tongue and teeth over the head of his cock. He tasted like salt and darkness, and he grew harder and heavier in her mouth.
She knew when she had driven him into mindlessness because he ground out her name and started thrusting into her mouth. She braced herself against the seat of the limo, unable to breathe, only able to take. He hit the back of her throat over and over until he came with her name on his lips.
Persephone took all of him, licking him clean. When she finished, Hades reached for her, dragging her up for a hard kiss before tearing away to growl, “I want you.”
Her eyes darkened, and she tilted her head, questioning. “How do you want me?”
He answered without so much as a second thought. “To start, I’ll take you from behind on your hands and knees.”
“And then?”
“I’ll pull you on top and teach you how to ride me until you come apart.”
“Hmm, I like that one.”
She lifted herself, and Hades helped her sit on his shaft. She groaned as he filled her, and Hades hands spanned her waist, helping her establish a rhythm until she moved of her own accord, using him for her pleasure. Her arms went around his neck, and she held him close. She bit his ear, and when he groaned, she whispered, “Tell me how I feel.”
“Like life,” he answered.
His hands moved between them, and he worked her, building the tension, until she could no longer stand it—her labored breathing gave way to a cry of ecstasy, and she collapsed against him, her face burrowed into the crook of his neck.
She didn’t know how long he held her like that, but at some point, they moved. Persephone slid from his lap, and Hades restored his appearance before letting Antoni know they were ready to arrive at their destination. Antoni entered a garage and parked near an elevator where Hades helped Persephone out of the limo. Once inside, he took out a keycard and scanned it, punching the button for floor fourteen.
“Where are we?” she asked, curiously.
“The Grove,” Hades replied. “My restaurant.”
“You own The Grove?” she asked, surprised. It was a favorite among the mortals of New Athens because of its unique decor and cozy, garden-inspired dining. “How does no one know?”
“I let Ilias run it,” he said. “And prefer that people think he owns it.”
The elevator opened to the roof and Persephone gasped at what she saw. The rooftop of The Grove looked like a forest in the Underworld. A stone path wound through beds of flowers and trees strung with lights.
Hades led her down the path, which opened onto an open space with a table and two plush chairs. The lights that were in the trees from the path crisscrossed overhead.
“This is beautiful, Hades.”
He smiled, pleased with her compliment, and led her to the table. A collection of breads and a bottle of wine waited. Hades poured them each a glass, and he toasted their evening.
She found herself laughing more than she ever remembered, the burden of her day long forgotten as Hades told her stories of Ancient Greece. When they finished eating, they walked through the forest on the roof and Persephone asked, “What do you do for fun?”