I’d had Hades, yet I felt so starved, like he hadn’t fucked me multiple times already.
“Lean all the way back, elbows on the table.”
I instantly obeyed, and he was kneeling between my legs, hands on my inner thighs as he kept me open.
“Ask me to suck your clit until you come.”
“Please, Hades. Please suck my clit until I come.”
He blew that warm stream of air along my pussy, and I let my head fall back as I moaned.
“Ask me the way I want to hear it.” He spanked my clit, and I cried out. I didn’t care how loud I was, and if the staff could hear. I wanted to get off so badly I’d do anything he wanted.
“I want Daddy to suck on my clit and make me come.”
His grunt was primal and feral, and when he sucked that bundle into his mouth, I moaned so loud my ears rang.
I was right on the precipice of getting off when I felt the coldness of the blade skate down my inner thigh. I’d been in such a hazy cloud of arousal that I didn’t even remember setting it down.
My eyes flew open, and I watched as Hades moved the knife down my leg to my ankle, and back up until he pressed the sharp tip to that soft junction where my pussy and thigh met.
My mouth dropped open, and he sucked harder. It was when he added pressure to the blade, cut my skin, that I tumbled over the edge. And it was the sight of that little bead of red dripping along my alabaster skin that had me flying higher than I’d ever been.
And the entire time, it was Hades’ praise and his worship of my body that kept me in euphoria.
Chapter25
Persephone
At first, I didn’t know what startled me awake. But then I heard the harsh groan come from Hades and turned my head to see him supine, a frown furrowed across his darkly handsome face.
“Hades?” I whispered his name and shifted my body so I was facing him now.
I was about to reach over and gently wake him, when he suddenly shouted out harshly. I snatched my hand back on instinct, mindful he was clearly lost in a nightmare.
After a second, he relaxed once more, and I breathed out slowly. I didn’t know if it was a good idea to wake him and to pull him from the nightmare he was currently trapped in.
But when he started murmuring again, his face looking as if he were in pain, I pushed myself up slightly. I braced my hands on the mattress, supporting my upper body off the bed as I stared down at him.
The sheet was pooled around his waist and his tattooed, cut torso was on display. The sliver of moonlight that pierced through the window washed the room in a blue glow, as if it couldn’t help itself from reaching him.
He groaned in his sleep, the furrow between his eyes deepening, his hands gripping the sheets.
“Hades?” I whispered softly and went to touch him on the chest, his skin damp from sweat. And then he was shooting up in bed, a harsh sound leaving his chest as he turned his head and looked at me.
I snatched my hand back, now frozen in place as he stared into my eyes. But I felt like he wasn’t really looking atme. He was looking through me.
“Hades? It’s me. Are you okay? Hades, wake up,” I said softly and reached out, cupping the side of his cheek, the scruff having grown overnight. Faster than I anticipated, he growled low, like a feral animal, and reached out to wrap his hand around my neck.
Hades pushed me back on the bed and used his much bigger body to keep me pinned on the mattress. I made a startled sound—as much as I could with his fingers tight around my neck. I clawed athim, trying to pry them away, trying to suck in some much-needed oxygen.
I grew dizzy. I couldn’t breathe. And then I brought my hand hard across his face, slapping him with so much force, and with every ounce of strength I had, his head whipped to the side.
He blinked rapidly, his vision clearing right before he took a shuddering breath. And then he glanced down and into my eyes. His gaze slid down to where he was gripping my throat. A look of horror crossed his face as he ripped his body away from mine so suddenly he nearly tumbled off the bed.
Hades stood and moved several feet away from where I still lay on the bed.His chest was pumping so rapidly, and he kept clenching and relaxing his hands. I didn’t dare say anything, just rubbed my throat. I swallowed, the feeling raw, my focus never leaving him.
I let him be for long moments, watching him work through whatever he had just experienced. He stayed silent, but brooding, and then he started pacing, completely naked, his hard body broken up by the shadows and the small sliver of moonlight. I couldn’t help but think about how beautiful he was.