“Yes, my king. It is yours to claim, devour, and own.” I open my legs farther, wanting him to make me his, finally. To call me his Queen. I want to rule beside him in the darkness.
Suddenly, pain shoots through every nerve in my body. I’m alight as pleasured-pain makes me whimper, my nails digging into the mattress as his mouth lands on my core, suckling away my innocence. I should be shocked at his action, at what he’s doing, but I’m not.
When he finally pulls away, his mouth glistens with a mixture of my arousal and my virginity that I’ve bathed him in. As he pulls both digits from my core, he brings them to his lips, suckling my essence from them with fire dancing in his eyes.
“Now, my sweet, you’re completely mine.” He rises, fisting the thick shaft jutting from between his muscular thighs. “Taste my need for you,” he commands. I find myself on my knees, eager to please the king. My mouth tentatively circles around the tip of him, tasting the salty-sweet juice that trickles onto my tongue.
His fingers tangle in my long waves, holding my head steady as he takes what he needs from me. His hips piston to my face, the thickness of him driving into my warm, wet mouth as he uses me for pleasure. My eyes peek up at him, watching his own pleasure as it plays on the handsome face of the king. My king.
“Yes,” he hisses as I choke on the tip of his cock. The thing I know he’ll soon enter me with. He’ll connect us physically, and I want nothing more than to feel full of him, of all he has to give me.
Suddenly, he pulls me from his body.
“Time for us to finally consummate this marriage.” He chuckles, and I know it’s because we’re not yet married, but I don’t care. I need this now, right here, as he offers it to me.
He leans in, a looming figure over my much smaller one.
“You’re utterly exquisite,” he murmurs once more, and I lift my body to his, wanting him to enter me and devour me, piece by piece. The movement of his hips causes me to gasp. A smirk tilts his mouth into a knowing smile. “How I hunger to taste your sweet crimson.”
“Then do it,” I beg.
Chapter 20
Hades
She’s temptation in human form.
She’s beautiful, intoxicating, delicious.
I lean in. Her body shudders beneath mine with every inch I push into her. Tight, wet, warm. Nothing could’ve prepared me for her body, her innocence, and virtue that I tasted from my fingers.
My mouth suckles the flesh on the curve of her neck. She begged for me to devour her, and I plan to. I bite down hard, my teeth scraping against the creamy, smooth skin.
“Hades,” she utters my name like a siren song. Calling me to my death, I’d gladly spend eternity in Hell with her. My fingers press into her hips, holding her down as I plunge into her depths. Wanting to crawl inside her, to burrow myself in her soul. I need to feel her break beneath me so I can renew her once more.
“Cry for me,” I urge her, my body slamming into her harder, faster. She gasps at the brutality I use her with, but I crave this. Her nails scrape down my back, clawing my flesh. I know she’s drawing blood, and I don’t care, because I’ll soon feast on hers.
“Please, please,” she pleads, the words falling from her mouth in short gasps of air as I steal her breath. I find purchase on her neck, my teeth severing the smooth skin. The crimson liquid of her drips into my mouth, over my tongue, sending pleasure roaring through my veins.
I suck harder. I’ll bruise her. I’ll mark her as mine. When her mother comes for her, she’ll see that I’ve defiled her daughter. I’ve claimed her already, and there’ll be nothing she can do about it.
“Oh, god!” Persephone cries out beneath me as her body tightens around my length, soft, quickened flutters of her orgasm pull me in deeper. I won’t last much longer. I can’t. Not in a body this perfect.
“My seed will bathe you, my queen,” I growl in her ear. Her blood dripping from my lips, I feel it shooting through me as I empty myself inside her womb. I trust soon she’ll bear my children. We’ll form an army. I’ll keep her swollen and warm, near me, so she can’t offer herself to anyone else.
“I knew I was meant for something in this life,” she speaks, her voice almost too quiet for me to hear her. “I’ve dreamed of you.” Her words ring true. The years I’ve spent down here have offered me glimpses of a nymph, a beautiful woman who would become my queen. I just didn’t know when she’d arrive. But now, in this moment, I’m convinced.