Chapter 20
HADES
I was a fool, and I knew it the moment that paper went up in smoke.
My life was a series of barreling into mistakes over and over, ruining my life for men with silver tongues.
I wanted to hate him for swaying me to such idiocy.
Instead, I drew closer like a moth to a light.
Though my heart pounded in my chest and my mind twisted with panic, I couldn't help but wonder with morbid curiosity if he would hurt me too.
All my fears became irrelevant when his eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face.
The expression was as refreshing as a crisp winter’s morning.
My mouth parted, though I wasn't sure what to say in the light of his joy.
Though he rescued me from having to respond when his lips crashed into mine.
It began as a tender searching, as though he wanted to share his excitement with me through physical contact.
His hands traced the lines of my thigh until he found the slit in my gown and trailed over my hip.
My body heated despite his icy touch that sent rapidly melting frost dancing over my skin.
It may have been my doing, but I loved that he basked in my heat.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, he picked up the pace like my tongue was his salvation.
We crashed together in a bruising dance of bursting tension and lust. My fingers dug into his arms until I was certain I drew blood.
He moaned against my mouth and ground into me, revealing just how happy he was.
Our lips broke apart, and the span of air between us filled with our heady panting. His lips trailed my jawline in a line of frostbitten jolts that left goosebumps along my flesh until he reached the shell of my ear. "Let me show you how grateful I am," he purred.
He didn't wait for a response, to which I nearly reminded him I was still in charge.
That was until I realized how he planned to show me his gratitude.
He trailed a line of kisses down my front, pausing between my breasts.
The pull of his smile tickled my puckered flesh and made me writhe beneath him.
Then he continued, torturing me the entire way, until he found himself between my thighs.
In one smooth motion, he hiked my gown over my hips, leaving me utterly exposed to him.
The chill of his breath tickled my exposed center and made me moan.
He was teasing me—trying to drag out my anticipation until I begged for him.
I couldn't be sure if it was a power play or if he simply longed for the sound of my moans, but I wasn't one to beg.
I grabbed his hair in a vise grip and pushed him exactly where I wanted him. "Be a good boy and devour me," I groaned.
A moan tore from his lips at the command.
He didn't resist this time; instead, he dove between my thighs and licked me up like a man starved.
His chilled tongue across my clit ripped a ragged moan from me.
I rode his face without regard for his comfort, and based on his moans, he was loving every second.
His tongue swirled around my entrance, then he dove in.
His tongue lit every one of my nerve endings on fire until those flames became real and coated my flesh.
He didn't so much as flinch at the purple torrent.
In fact, he worked two fingers into me. His mouth moved to my clit, and my body shuddered with each twitch of his tongue.
It was everything, making the chaos and stress of the world dissipate with every pump of his fingers.
I wanted to give in to that pleasure entirely, despite knowing better.
This man had convinced me to give up my only bartering chip, now he was making a mess of me on the floor of my armory as though I was a fiddle to be played.
The blue glow of his gaze found me over the fabric of my gown and practically froze me solid. He furrowed his brows, and his shoulders tightened. "Where has your mind gone, my fiery goddess?" His tongue slithered up my center between his words, sending pleasure through me like a bolt of lightning.
"I shouldn't trust you," I ground out.
He chuckled and let out a thoughtful hum, the sound vibrating over my clit.
I resented the loss of his mouth and the pause of his fingers.
My body writhed in a desperate dance for his attention, though I needed anything but.
A smirk spread across his lips at my efforts.
"You absolutely shouldn't. You are far too smart for that, but isn't it fun to see where this goes? "
I wanted to argue. Rationale told me I was making a mistake exposing myself to him. Except when his mouth found my clit, and he steadily pumped into me once more, I lost any sense of reason that remained. My head dropped against the obsidian, and my body writhed in rhythm with his movements.
He groaned at my tightening pussy, and the sound unraveled me. My grip shuddered in his curls, and I loosed a pathetic moan more animal than human. I bounced against his face as I rode the waves of my orgasm, and he gave in to my violent movements until I was spent.
My pleasure glistened across his mouth in the purple light as he crawled over me. He licked his lips and let out a satisfied groan. His eyes rolled at the taste. "You are delicious."
I allowed a lazy smile and stroked my hands up his arms. The buzz of my post-orgasm radiated through me in waves, more effective than any drug. He chuckled at my placated expression, only to press a tender kiss to my lips. "We aren't even close to done, my goddess."
"Is that so?" I smirked at him in a silent challenge. Even if I didn't hold a contract, I was still in charge.
"Yes, I still have so much appreciation to show you."
He rolled his hips against me and loosed a shuddered moan. The black petals of desire blossomed in my chest at his desperation. "Beg, handsome."
He paused for a moment, his lips tracing along my neck in a trail of love bites.
For a moment, I thought he would fight me.
I almost longed for him to fight me, so I could put him in his place.
Instead, he pressed a tender, needy kiss to my collarbone and spoke in a passive whimper.
"Please, Master. Please let me bury myself in you. "
My eyes rolled back at his submission, fucking gods it was perfect. I pushed against him, and though he groaned in complaint, he complied by sitting up. His shirt was disheveled, and the outline of his cock showed through his trousers. I grinned. "You can have me, but on my terms."
His face twisted with confusion until I guided him to lay on his back.
Then a self-satisfied smirk spread across his lips, and he complied.
I trailed my fingers over the bulge in his pants and made quick work of the snaps.
His cock sprang from the restraint. I brushed my palm over his shaft and smiled at the shudder that lanced through his body.
His fists shifted at his hips as though he was fighting the urge to reach for me.
No, he was being good for me, and that made me salivate.
I freed myself of my gown and threw it to the side before climbing on top of him.
I pressed my palms to his stomach. The grating sensation of his shirt made my teeth grind together in frustration.
This wouldn't do at all. This was supposed to be skin to skin—a melding of our essence.
So, I gripped the seam and ripped it open in a spray of buttons to reveal his chiseled chest, rising and falling in rapid pants.
Then I descended upon his cock. I moved slowly to bask in the pleasure of his shaft stretching me wide.
Each languorous inch tore a moan from both of us until the sounds of pleasure blended into a symphony that echoed through the empty room and off the surrounding weaponry.
Once I settled to the hilt, he reached up to grip my hips, but paused an inch away in a silent question.
Good goddess he was perfect: handsome and obedient.
"You can touch me," I breathed, my voice coming out in a low purr that I hardly registered as my own.
His fingers dug into my hips, his touch firm but reverential. His gaze had trailed from my face to his shuddering hands, and a moan fell from his lips. "I see why they labeled you a goddess now."
I froze in my rocking and gaped at him. The goddess I was supposed to be reflected at me in that frosted gaze. I gulped, unaccustomed to the emotions flooding me and threatening to spew. I trailed my nails across his jawline.
"You really were made just for me," I breathed. "You’re doomed to be mine forever, handsome."
"I wouldn't want it any other way," he responded without pause.
A grin broke across my face. Instead of succumbing to the softness welling in my chest, I showed him exactly how serious I was in a way we both understood.
I wrapped my hand around his throat. His eyes heated, and he tilted his head in compliance.
Using his throat to stabilize me, I bounced on him at a violent pace.
The room fell away to the feeling of his body inside mine and our shared breath and moans. His fingers dug into the meat of my thighs to the point of breaking skin, the pain blending with the pleasure until I screamed in bliss.
My ecstasy built in the pit of my stomach, steadily reaching the precipice.
I was ready to fall over the edge with him, ready for him to fill me with his pleasure so I would remember this moment for hours.
As heat built in my core, my nails dug into his throat and left faint crescent moons of blood.
His cock twitched inside me and his eyes rolled back, showing he loved my violence as much as I loved giving it.
His gaze returned to mine. "Harder, please, Master. Use me."
His words were a shot of adrenaline into my veins. I moaned and let my head fall back, giving in to what I needed to get off. He took it, too, matching my moans with his own. Soon his hips were jerking to catch mine in vicious thrusts.
I hurled over the edge like a woman in free fall. I was no longer in my body. My screams fell away to my pleasure, and the only thing that mattered was riding out my orgasm. Thane followed, and his cock throbbing inside me made my bliss fly higher.
I glanced at my body, glistening with sweat, to Thane beneath me. He had slouched back, his expression one of lazy satisfaction. He rubbed his hand up my thigh. "I am going to tear it all down for you, Your Highness."