Chapter 34
HADES
The sweet fragrance of roses touched my nostrils, and I gulped. Consummate love. Was my mind playing tricks?
‘Don’t resist it, little goddess. You’re mine,’ I said softly as I lifted my gaze.
Persephone rose slowly, pressing a trembling hand over my heart. ‘I know, you arrogant fool,’ she whispered, her voice catching. Her eyes glistened as she drew a shaky breath. ‘I love you, Hades. I tried not to—I fought it—but I do… I love you.’
I dragged my jaw up from the fucking floor.
The world momentarily went silent, except for the noise of my heart swelling, stretching, and almost exploding under the pressure of the words she’d just uttered.
She loved me. Again. ‘I never’—I swallowed the emotion in my throat—‘thought I’d ever hear you say that again. ’
‘Hades.’ She was crying as she launched herself into my arms. I kissed her hair and forehead, wiping the tears from her face with my thumb.
My mouth travelled the slope of her neck.
I unzipped her top, pulling it down her arms and over her breasts as my mouth trailed her shoulder and around her collarbone, lips suctioning and fangs scraping as she moaned softly.
‘May I…?’ I looked deeply into her eyes.
‘Yes. Please… yes,’ she answered before I finished.
I placed her on her feet, and she stepped out of her black velvet suit, her a delicate pink warmed her cheeks.
As she stood before me in her lace underwear and stilettos, thinking became impossible; her beauty stole my breath, and something akin to Zeus’s lightning bolt pierced my heart.
She loved me. She fucking loved me! Rife, intoxicating lust overcame me, and I kicked off my shoes and tugged off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
She placed her hands on my chest, and I waited as she slowly ran her palms over my tattoos and stood on her tiptoes to trace them with her tongue.
‘Are these the tattoos that used to bind you to the Underworld?’ she whispered as I shivered under the touch of her tongue and hands.
‘Yes,’ I grunted.
Her splayed hands traced the line of my chest and abs, and she licked and suckled her way down until her hands reached my belt. She swiftly relieved me of both my belt and trousers, and gently massaged my cock through my trunks, making me growl low in my throat.
‘Your tattoo.' She tenderly traced the tattoo of the serpent entwined with thorny rose vines encircling my thigh.
‘The serpent is one of my symbols, a symbol of transformation, while the roses signify you—embodying spring and beauty.' I whispered into her hair, and her face lit up with a radiant smile when our eyes finally locked again.
Electricity charged the air as I gently drew her closer, and as our skin touched, my senses short-circuited.
When our mouths met, Persephone’s lips parted with a breathy inhale; my fingers found her bra and then her hips, the lace barrier preventing me from touching her indecent breasts and that hot, wet pussy.
‘You’d look so good on your knees,’ I whispered as I placed opened mouthed kisses across her breasts.
‘Then lower yourself, my king, and show me how it’s done.’ Her eyes were heavy—hooded—and I guided her to the chair, gently pushing her down.
Kneeling before her, I hooked her right leg over my shoulder, and as my gaze consumed her, a heaviness dropped deep in my gut as desire pierced me. She was mine again. I wanted to savour her. Worship her. And that’s precisely what I did with my hands and mouth.
I devoured her until she fell into a million pieces.