I made keening noises of ecstasy as I came from the pleasure and his praise.
My body seized, my pussy clamped down hard, and I felt myself opening up, gushing all over Hades. And it was the most incredible thing in the world.
He curled both hands around my ass and started thrusting up. I had to hold on to his shoulders as he became brutal, his eyes trained on where he was buried in me.
With one hand on my ass and the other tangled in my hair, he yanked my head back painfully and placed his lips at my throat.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. You’re stretched so fucking wide around me, Bunny.”He quickened his pace. “You feel so good. You’re making me come.” He bit down hard as he got off.
I came again and lost all feeling in my arms and legs from the pleasure. He was like steel. He was so big that I was dainty in his arms.
“No one will ever make me feel as good as you have. Never.” He panted against my throat before giving the side a nip.
Hades wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off his lap. My legs shook, but I forced myself to stay standing. And still I wore the damn heels.
I went to close my legs, but the sound that was torn from him stopped me.
“Don’t. Let me see.”
I left them wide open, watching Hades’ focus transfixed between my thighs. And then I felt his cum slipping out and sliding down my inner thigh.
He hummed in pleasure at that sight.
He gripped his still semi-hard cock and pulled it through the flap of his zipper. “I could fuck you all over again just to watch my cum dribble out of that pretty pussy.”
I heated and softened after he spoke. When I relaxed my legs, more cum slipped from me.
“I fucking love seeing you all dirtied up because I fucked you.”
His cock was glossy, covered in our combined orgasms, and smeared with my virgin blood. And still he lazily stroked himself.
My legs shook; my heart was still racing. The adrenaline was wearing off.
He tucked himself back in his pants and was in front of me a second later. Hades cupped my cheek, whispering what a good girl I was.
I sagged against him, and I was surprised when he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. It felt so good to have his big, hard body caging me in. Protecting me.
“You’re too fucking good for me.”
He smoothed his hands up and down my back, an act so gentle it went against the brutality of what we’d just done.
“You’re an angel, and I’m the devil. But I still won’t let you go. I’m too damn selfish.”
I was drowsy and sated as he lifted me into his arms and strode out of the library and upstairs. When he stepped inside the room, I stirred slightly and looked around.
“This isn’t my room,” I murmured sleepily, the warm feeling of his whiskey-scented breath over the crown of my head wanting to draw me back to that languished rest.
His arms tightened around me.
“No. It’s mine.” He laid me in the center of the bed and covered me with the blankets.
I stared up at him, my eyes feeling far too heavy to keep open, my body sore but sated.
“This is where you belong.”
I could smell him all around me. In this room, on my skin. It helped pull me into that strange darkness I didn’t want to leave.
And with those thoughts, my eyes drifted closed on their own, and I sighed in contentment.