“You look like a fucking queen,” he said.
A corner of her mouth lifted. “I am your queen.”
She wrapped her hand around his length and stroked him from root to tip, her thumb moving lightly over the head of his cock.
“Persephone.”
He growled her name, and she took him into her mouth. Hades moaned, his fingers twining into her hair. She took him deep—to the back of her throat, and then into the side of her cheek. She paused to lick and suck, reveling in the taste of him.
“Yes,” he hissed. She could feel him growing thicker, pulsing, and when he came, she drank from him like she had never tasted anything so sweet. Hades drew her to her feet—he kissed her, possessed and paralyzed her. He left her dress in a puddle on the floor and guided her to his bed, divesting himself of his own clothes before covering her body.
He was warm and solid, and he fit against her like he was made for every contour of her body. As he loomed over her, she reached up and drew a piece of his silken hair around her finger.
“Why do you wish to be married?”
Hades’ brow rose, clearly the question amused him. “Haven’t you always dreamed of marriage?”
“No,” she said, and she was being honest. She had never really considered marrying someone as a possibility before. Her mother made sure she never met anyone for the first eighteen years of her life, and once she was free, she was so focused on college and landing a job, she hadn’t thought much about relationships. “You didn’t answer my question. Why is marriage important to you?”
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “It became important to me when I met you.”
Persephone held his gaze, and drew her legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Hades sank into her with a grown. She gasped, gripping his arms. There was something sweet about the beginning—Hades bent to kiss her, letting his forehead rest against hers, and breathed her breath. Then everything changed. Hades’ thrusts became urgent, and his head fell into the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing and biting her skin.
“So fucking sweet,” Hades hissed, looking into her eyes. “Take me deeper, darling.”
She wasn’t sure it was possible; she could already feel him in the bottom of her stomach. Hades’ arms looped under her knees, and he lifted her slightly. Pleasure ripped through her, and she dragged her nails along his skin.
“Harder!” she commanded.
He drove into her, pumping his hips. She clenche
d around him, her orgasm building inside, clawing its way to the surface.
“Come, darling.”
With his permission, she climaxed and as she came down from her high, Hades groaned, throwing his head back and shuttering.
In the aftermath they lay together, kissing and touching and breathing.
“Gods, I missed you,” Persephone said, resting against Hades, her head on his chest.
Hades chuckled, and they glanced at one another. After a beat of silence, Persephone spoke in a low voice. “You were going to tell me about Leuce.”
“Hmm. Yes,” he said, and after a moment, he pulled her on top of him. “I had a meeting with Ilias at my restaurant. I didn’t know Leuce was there. She hurried after me as I was leaving and grabbed my hand. Old habit.”
Persephone glared, and Hades pressed a finger to her pouting lips. “I jerked away and kept walking. She was asking for a new job.”
“That’s it?”
“Afraid so.”
She collapsed on him. “I feel like an idiot.”
Hades wrapped his arms around her.
“We all get jealous. I like when you’re jealous...except when I think you might actually leave me.”
She rose again, straddling him now.