32. Hades
Hades
“Remember the first book I recommended?” Presley stares up at me, hunger burning in her eyes.
She’s always been beautiful. But this... this is a whole other level.
“Of course.”
“When he chased her and caught her in the woods.”
I nod, my cock twitching inside my jeans.
“I want that... but I want you to figure out what I like.”
A slow smile crosses my face. “Challenge accepted.”
She gasps, from my smile or my words, I’m not sure.
All I know is that with all the shit I’ve done in my life, I don’t deserve this gorgeous woman standing in front of me with lips swollen from my kiss, breathing heavily as she waits to see what I’ll do.
But I’m damn well going to take everything she gives me.
Presley might not know it yet, but she's mine. Every version of me.
My lips meet hers, a barely there kiss that makes her gasp. The sound spurs me on, and I slip my tongue between her lips.
The sounds of the forest around us fade until I hear, smell, see, and taste nothing but her.
My naughty little bookworm.
My cock aches from being hard for so long. I swear, I’ve had blue balls for the last few days. But damned if I won’t make her every fantasy come true.
She moans, her hands sliding into my hair, one leg wrapping around my hip. I grip her ass, pressing her against the bark of the tree, pressing my throbbing dick against her center.
I unzip her jacket, touching the skin between her leggings and the sweatshirt she threw on while the coffee brewed. Goosebumps pebble her flesh, from cold or my touch, I’m not sure. Maybe both.
I tear my mouth away from hers.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I rasp. “I’ll keep you warm.”
And then I yank down her leggings, a ripping sound filling the air from the savage way I’m treating them. She gasps, eyes blazing with hunger as I drop to my knees.
I tear her panties from her body, shoving the cotton scrap into the pocket of my hoodie.
She shivers. Goosebumps cover her ivory skin.
Her head falls back as my fingers rub her wet pussy.
“Goddamn. So wet for me.”
She licks her lips, pushing herself against me.
“Fuck this.” I push her legs wide, drinking in the sight of her swollen flesh.
I practically attack her, so greedy to taste her that I can no longer stand it. My tongue sweeps through her folds, feeling a shiver roll through her body. I chuckle, then stick my tongue deep inside her, worshipping her like the fucking bookworm goddess that she is.
She digs her nails into my scalp, throwing her leg over my shoulder. She rolls her hips in time with thrusts, and an animalistic growl comes from me.
Christ, she’s superb.
I slide one, then another finger inside her, my tongue working her clit. I feel her coming apart around me, and I want more of it.
My gaze meets hers.
She’s soaking my face and I want her to see it. To know what I’m doing to her.
I pull away.
She gasps and looks down at me.
“That’s it. Look at my face. How fucking excited you are. Your juices covering my face.”
Her eyes widen, heat burning in them.
And then I attack her, frantically licking her clit while I thrust my fingers in and out of her.
She throws her head back against the tree and screams. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, squeezing them, as she cums.
I don’t look away.
Hell couldn’t drag me away from this extraordinary sight.
I stay with her, licking until her legs stop shaking. Until her pussy eases its grip on my fingers.
She pants, slumping like she’s boneless.
A dark chuckle comes from me. “Oh, we’re not nearly done, baby.”
I set her leg on the ground, pull my sweatshirt over my head, and spread it on the ground in front of me.
She blinks at me in confusion.
I cup the back of her head and slam my lips over hers, letting her taste herself. She whimpers, her hands sliding up my chest and going around the back of my neck, digging into my skin as she pulls me closer.
When I pull back, I smile at the dazed look on her face. Then I push her down on her knees, my sweatshirt cushioning her from the cold, hard ground.
She stares up at me, eyes bright with passion and want.
“That’s a good girl.” I cup her chin. “You’re fucking stunning on your knees for me.”
I pull my sweatpants down my legs, a growl of pleasure leaving me when I straighten and her hands roam over my stomach and hips.
She stares at my cock, her eyes wide.
“Oh,” she breathes. “I knew you’d be big. But I didn’t know you’d be this big.”
Her cheeks flush a deep scarlet as she bites her lip and stares up at me.
“I won’t hurt you.” My thumb swipes over her bottom lip, pulling it free from her teeth. “Unless you want me to.”
She looks down at my cock, slowly shaking her head. “Not yet. Not until I’m used to you.”
“Open your mouth, baby.”
She complies, and I put the head of my cock between her lips, relishing the feel of them. Her tongue swipes over the tip, licking my precum. I groan, my fingers gripping her silky brown hair.
Her hand wraps around my base, stroking me, as her tongue continues dancing around my tip.
“Fuck yes. Touch me. Suck on me,” I whisper. “I need it.”
Her eyes have a wild look in them as she takes me deeper into her mouth, her small hand still stroking what she can’t fit in.
“So good.”
She pulls back with a smile, trailing light kisses over my stomach, my dick, and down to my balls. I shiver, barely restraining myself.
But I want her to take charge.
This is where we differ from the book.
The hero took charge and dominated her. But I can tell Presley enjoys having control.
The Masked Man didn’t give it to her.
But I will.
She sucks me as deep as she can, then pulls back. Her eyes shine, a proud smile on her face.
I was right. She loves this.
She begins sucking me hard and fast, turning me into a quivering, panting mess. Then her fingers begin playing with my balls, and every muscle tenses as I focus on not coming down her throat.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
With a roar, I pull myself from her lips, my chest heaving.
She stares up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “I need you, Hades.”
I grab her arms, pulling her to her feet. Then I lift her, pressing her back against the tree.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
Thank God I grabbed my wallet before we took Penny outside. I’d shoved a couple of condoms in it the other day just in case.
She nods, and I pull out my wallet, grabbing the condom.
I rip it open with my teeth, then put it against my head. She reaches down and rolls it on me.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispers.
“I’ll take every first you’ve never done before. Anything you want to do, I’ll do it.”
Her smile is like the sun. It fills the cold, dark parts of me no one has ever been able to touch before.
My lips meet hers, the kiss desperate and frantic. Her hand is still between us, squeezing the base of my cock lightly.
This time, she breaks the kiss. “Can I put you inside me?”
I nod. “Baby, you can do anything you want.”
She smiles, but it fades as a determined look comes over her face. She puts the tip inside, then keeps going, arching her hips as she takes me deeper.
She gets halfway and stops, her eyes locked with mine.
“Are you okay?”
She nods.
Without warning, her hands grab my ass and she pulls me inside, a loud gasp coming out of her.
“Shit, baby,” I pant. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“A little,” she pants. “Figured it was better to be like a Band-Aid. Only instead of ripping it off...”
I laugh, placing kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and then her lips.
I give her a minute to adjust to my size before I start moving, gently at first. But as her heels dig into my ass and her nails dig into the skin on my back, I speed up.
“Fuck,” she moans. “This feels so damn good.”
“Hell, yes. Never felt anything like this.”
I slide my mouth down to her neck, kissing and sucking, feeling her tighten around me again.
“Hades,” she moans, moving with me.
I grit my teeth. She feels too damn good. And the way she says my name while I’m inside her just about makes me lose control.
Her legs begin shaking as I continue thrusting. “Feel good?”
She nods. “So good.”
Staring at her with her face flushed from pleasure, eyes bright with desire, I know this woman is entangled so deeply inside me, I’ll never get free.
And I sure as fuck don’t want to.
She’s mine.
There’s no letting her go.
For a moment, the deception starts to creep in, but I push it away, gripping her tighter.
No. I refuse to let this end.
Presley was made for me.
I just need to make her realize it.
“Hades! I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t have time to finish before she’s convulsing around me, my name echoing through the trees as she comes.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I thrust inside her twice more, then on the third stroke, I shove myself deep inside her, filling the condom.
I keep her against me until our breathing slows.
“You okay?”
She nods, then lets out a breathless laugh. “Ask me again when I can feel my legs.”
I grin and kiss her forehead.
Then I notice the goosebumps covering her skin.
“Shit. You’re freezing.”
“Worth it.”
“Still freezing.”
I carefully set her on her feet, keeping an arm around her until I’m sure her legs are going to hold her.
“I'm fine.” She immediately wobbles.
I steady her. “Clearly.”
“Shut up.”
Laughing, she buries her face against my chest. And something inside me shifts.
I expected the chase to be good. I knew catching her would be better.
But this?
Presley laughing against me, completely fucking wrecked and still trusting me enough to melt into my arms?
I wasn't prepared for this.
I get us both dressed, then pull my sweatshirt over her head before she can argue. My hoodie is so big, it even covers her jacket.
“Hades, you're going to freeze.”
“I'll survive.”
She looks ridiculous in it. The sleeves swallow her hands, and the bottom hangs halfway down her thighs. Her hair is a disaster. Her cheeks are pink from the cold. She's fucking beautiful.
I reach out and pull a leaf from her hair.
Her eyes meet mine.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
Except it isn't nothing.
I've watched Presley through windows. I've followed her through the woods. I've memorized her routines, learned the sound of her laugh, and spent more nights than I should admit wondering what it would feel like to have her.
But none of that feels like this.
She's standing in front of me wearing my sweatshirt, looking at me like I'm someone she trusts. Someone she chose.
And suddenly, having her isn't enough.
I want it all.
I want mornings on her couch. Her ridiculous amount of coffee. Penny stealing my spot beside her.
I want to hear her talk about her grandmother and watch her become Professor Bailey.
I want every fucking version of her she'll give me.
And I want her to know every version of me.
The thought lands hard enough to wipe the smile from my face.
Because she doesn't. Not yet.
Presley reaches for my hand. “Come on. I'm cold.”
Her fingers thread through mine like they belong there.
I stare down at our joined hands.
Fuck. I'm absolutely gone for this woman.
For the first time in my life, I'm in love.