Chapter 36 Playing with Fire #2
“You’re quite a sight, right now,” he growled. “Spread out for me, wearing my shirt.” His fingers brushed my collarbone. “Did you touch yourself thinking about me, Tealeaf? Did you come with my name on your lips? Or did you try and fail, because nothing feels as good as me?”
“Yes,” I murmured, beyond shame. “I tried in the shower. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing’s enough.”
His eyes flared brighter, darkness surging around us. “Is that so? What would you like me to do?”
“Please touch me,” I whimpered.
He dragged his hand down my body, fingers tracing from my throat to my sternum to my stomach to the inside of my knee, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most.
“Like this?” He breathed.
“More—”
His hand cupped me between my thighs. I gasped, my hips tilting toward his hand desperately. His smirk cut like a sickle.
His thumb circled my clit, just enough to make me gasp, never quite applying the pressure I needed. Each teasing movement promised more, but he had no intention of giving me what I wanted yet.
“You summoned me, Tealeaf.” His thumb continued its teasing movements. “You knew exactly what you were asking for. You’re going to be a good girl and be patient.”
Every nerve screamed for more. His glowing gaze remained fixed on me, watching every reaction with predatory focus.
“Kian—” I tried, desperate.
His hand on my throat tightened in warning. “Use my divine name.”
My pulse stuttered and I swallowed against his grip.
“Hades.”
He growled and thrust three fingers deep into me at once. My shout split the air before his palm clamped over my mouth, muffling the sound. His fingers curled, finding that point inside me that made my thoughts fracture.
He worked me open with ruthless focus, fingers curling again and again to hit that exact point. His thumb found my clit, only to withdraw, and find it again, leaving me guessing what was coming next. The heel of his palm ground against my clit with every thrust until my thighs shook.
A shadow wound tight around my throat, present with every pulse of his fingers, synced to his thrusts. My body couldn’t tell which sensation was his hand and which was shadow—it all blurred into him.
The orgasm built like a storm, crashing through me in waves.
His hand kept me muffled while his name broke against his skin in desperate sounds, and my body clenched around his fingers.
I was still shaking when he pulled his hand from between my thighs, my release slicking his fingers.
He dragged them up, pressing them against my lips.
“Open,” he ordered, his voice rough with arousal.
My lips parted, and he slid his fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. My moan vibrated against them as I sucked him clean under his unyielding gaze.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his other hand stroking my throat as I swallowed.
His hand moved to cup my cheek, his thumb grazing along my jaw. His dark eyes held mine.
“You’re doing so well for me,” he said, brushing my bottom lip, making me shiver. “Do you want more?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
“So greedy,” he teased.
Before I could catch my breath, invisible fingers stroked deep inside me where his hand had been. The shadow around my throat tightened with each movement, coordinating the pleasure.
I cried out, twisting against the bonds, overwhelmed. He chuckled.
“Not yet, Tealeaf. I didn’t permit you to rest. You’ll take everything I give you. Every. Single. Thing.”
His mouth descended, tongue lashing against my already sensitive folds.
I shrieked, thrashing, but his grip on my throat held me steady as darkness held me open, exposed to his will.
His tongue fucked into me with an intensity that made my mind short-circuit, while invisible fingers worked my clit in perfect synchronization.
I convulsed again, too soon, the release tearing out of me in waves that left me sobbing, tears streaming down my face.
“Please—” I whispered. “Kian—I can’t—”
His teeth grazed my clit, sharp enough to make me jerk, to blur the line between pleasure and pain. “Not my name.”
“Hades!” I gasped, my voice breaking.
The shadows clamped down on my breast, pinching hard enough to make me cry out. Another tendril of darkness slid between my folds with insistent pressure, teasing my entrance.
I was a mess of cries and broken pleas, sweat-slicked and trembling. “Hades, I can’t take more—”
His fingers replaced the shadows, plunging inside me again, finding that same spot and abusing it mercilessly.
“Can’t?” He thrust deeper, harder, adding a third then fourth finger, dragging another climax from me until my vision spotted white, and I could hardly breathe. “You will, again and again, until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
Shadows moved to stroke my clit in tight circles, one tugging my nipple, another wrapping firm pressure around my throat to squeeze in rhythm with his thrusts. I convulsed up off the bed, lost in sensation.
“Hades! Gods, please—” I sobbed.
“Better,” he growled. “Say it again.”
“Hades,” I choked out, tears leaking from my eyes, my voice wrecked. “Please, I need you to fuck me. Please—”
He silenced me with another punishing kiss. When he pulled back, his expression was pure sin. His clothes disappeared in wisps of smoke, revealing his hard muscle and golden-brown skin, his cock thick and hard. He shoved my thighs wider with rough hands and slammed into me.
I cried out, the stretch so sudden it bordered on pain—exactly what I’d been craving. He filled me, grinding deep until I saw stars.
His hips snapped forward. The bed creaked, the headboard hitting the wall with rhythmic thunks, his body caging me. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one driving the breath from my lungs.
His hand yanked my head back, his teeth scraping hard along my throat as he bit down, marking me. The sensation dragged out another climax that felt like it might break me apart, and he groaned into my skin, his hips stuttering.
He stilled, nipping at my earlobe.
“Still with me, Tealeaf?” He husked. “Do you want more or do you need to breathe?”
I managed a nod, a whimper escaping me. “P-please, d-don’t stop.”
A wicked chuckle rumbled in his chest. The shadows untangled from me only to flip my body with terrifying ease, yanking me onto my hands and knees. My cheek hit the mattress, my knees dragging across the sheets as he hauled my hips up. Invisible bonds caught my wrists, binding them behind my back.
His palm landed hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me yelp. He slammed back into me, driving me forward on the bed so deep I felt him everywhere.
My scream was muffled in the sheets as he set a punishing rhythm.
The same pressure squeezed my throat again, cutting off just enough air to make every thrust burn hotter, to make my head spin.
A phantom touch slid between where we were joined, pressing against my ass, the sensation filthy and overwhelming.
“Too much?” he taunted, his hand fisting in my hair to haul me back against his chest as he pounded into me. “Or is this exactly what you wanted? My cock splitting you open?”
“Y-Yes! Gods, yes!” I choked out, my voice wrecked. I convulsed, clenching around him so tight it dragged a feral snarl from his throat.
“Gods, Melanie,” he groaned.
I was still quaking when he wrenched free of me. Shadows shifted, hauling me up. He dragged me onto his lap as he sat back against the headboard, guiding me onto him.
His hand moved to cup my cheek, pressing his forehead to mine. For a moment, underneath the dominating God, Kian stared back at me with reverence and adoration.
“Still okay?” He whispered. My heart fluttered in my chest as I nodded. His lips quirked, hands sliding to my hips.
“Ride me,” he commanded, the bonds tightening around my wrists. “Show me how much you wanted this.”
My thighs trembled as I sank onto him again.
“Kian—” My voice broke.
His hand slapped onto my thigh. “Try again.”
“H-Hades,” I whispered, tears leaking from my eyes.
“Louder.” Invisible fingers pinched my nipples until I cried out.
“Hades!” I screamed, not caring if anyone heard.
His hands gripped my hips like a vise, forcing me to move. “That’s it. Take all of me, Persephone. You summoned the God of the Dead, now you’ll learn what it means to be fucked by him.”
Each lift and drop was controlled by his punishing grip, forcing me to ride him harder, faster, until I was sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure.
“Yes, Melanie,” he groaned, his control fraying. “Fucking divine.”
By the time he came with a roar that shook the room, I was already falling apart around him, my body clenching and milking him as he spilled deep into me. We stayed locked together, both gasping. The bonds released me, and I collapsed against his chest, spent.
I barely registered the next few minutes, everything hazy and distant. I coughed once, then twice. Then my lungs began to burn.
Oh no.
I tried to breathe deeper and couldn’t. My lungs wouldn’t expand. Each breath came shorter, shallower, my airways tightening. My vision started to blur, this time from lack of oxygen. I tried to say his name, but all that came out was a wheeze.
“Melanie?” His voice changed, concern replacing satisfaction. His hand cupped my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. “Gods, did I hurt you? Melanie, answer me!”
I couldn’t answer. My chest heaved uselessly, my whole body going rigid. My vision tunneled. I slapped his shoulder weakly, unable to speak. Concern gave way to full-on panic.
“Shit—” He guided me off his lap to lie back on the pillows, eyes wild and frantic as he examined me. “Don’t—fuck, don’t close your eyes, Tealeaf, stay with me!”
He saw my chest heaving, heard the terrible wheeze, and horrified understanding crashed over his face.
“Your inhaler,” he said urgently. “Where is it?”
I lifted my hand to point to the nightstand. He lunged for it, yanking the drawer open so hard it came out, contents scattering.
“Come on, where the fuck—”