Her folds dampened, and she shifted against him, against the hard ridge of his cock, to alleviate the ache between her legs. It didn’t work.
He lifted his head, and his hair fell around them like a dark curtain obscuring everything but his face. “Is this the promise I made?” he asked, his eyes intense as they bored into hers.
Lowering his head again, he pulled her other nipple into his mouth. Wet heat bloomed around her flesh as he drew on her, creating a rhythmic pulse, connecting her breasts and her womb. Nudging apart her legs with his knee, he settled in the cradle of her thighs. His weight pressed her into the bedding, sending fissions of pleasure racing through her to center in her groin. The thick ridge of his cock lodged against her mound. More than anything, she wanted him inside her. She lifted her hips, rocking against him.
Releasing her nipple, he reached towards the silver bowl sitting alongside the bed. Holding a pomegranate aril to her lips, he traced her mouth with the tiny, succulent piece of fruit. As much as she longed to taste it, she could not.
“I would take you for my queen,” he rasped, again following the seam of her lips with the aril.
Holding his gaze, she slowly shook her head, regret heavy in her heart. To eat food in the Underworld meant she’d remain there forever.
A half smile lifted the corners of his mouth, and he ate the seed. “All things come to me in time.”
Taking a handful of arils, he popped them in his mouth before drawing her nipple between his lips again. He sucked hard, and the fragile flesh encasing the seeds burst against her skin. The juice was almost chilly compared to the heat of his mouth. Using his tongue, he rolled the tiny seeds around her aching bud, abrading it with the rough texture of the kernels. He repeated the torment on the other breast until she writhed beneath him, her nipples stained red from the pomegranate’s juice.
Dragging heated kisses down her torso, Hades stripped the dress from her body. He sat back on his heels and stared at her until she fought the urge to cover herself.
“Never hide from me,” he grated, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her stomach. Her muscles jumped beneath his touch, and liquid heat spread through her body, making her limbs heavy and her movements languid.
He inched lower, his stubbled chin scraping her delicate flesh and making her cunt pulse with need. Spreading her legs wider, she hoped he’d take pity on her and touch her already. No man had ever touched her. Her mother had seen to that. Persephone smothered the sharp stab of guilt that surfaced at the thought of Demeter and focused on the man trailing his tongue along the inside of her thigh.
Hades crept closer to her mound, and all thought that didn’t pertain to his clever mouth vanished. He dragged a single finger through her cleft before spreading her folds, and her body lifted upward.
With a chuckle, he slung a heavy arm across her hips, securing her to the bed. The hair on his forearm abraded her over-sensitized flesh, and she squirmed beneath him. His warm breath bathed her damp flesh as he inched closer to her center.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? For you?” he asked, his lips brushing her inner thighs.
She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut.
“
Forever
.” He shifted his grip on her and spread her lips wide, completely exposing her cunt to his gaze, and she felt his ragged inhalation deep in the pit of her stomach.
Opening her eyes, she risked a glance at him. His gaze travelled up the length of her body to meet hers. An almost feral heat glowed in the nearly black depths, and she was powerless to look away. Her tummy trembled in nervous anticipation as he stared at her.
Finally, he lowered his head to her mound. Dragging the tip of his tongue through her folds, he carefully avoided the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached for attention. She tried to lift her hips to urge him in the right direction, but he wouldn’t be hurried. Lapping at her, he gathered her cream on his tongue, darting inside her quivering opening as she writhed against him. Every caress of his mouth pulled yearning, wordless whimpers from her. She’d never imagined anything could feel as good as his mouth on her flesh.
The taste of Persephone’s sweet arousal filled his mouth—even more delicious than the pomegranate juice. He continued to torment her, driving her need higher. He still found it hard to believe she was finally here. How many dreams had he sent her? Messages sent on the wings of sleep because he’d had so few opportunities to communicate with her. He’d waited for so long, he’d begun to think it would never happen, but now that it finally had, he refused to lose a moment to indecision or pointless contemplation.
His fingers replaced his tongue, stroking into her willing body, driving her need higher.
“Is this the promise that I made?” he asked as he pushed into her quivering body.
She nodded, shook her head then nodded again before closing her eyes, her head thrashing from side to side. He loved her responsiveness, the breathless way she clutched the bedding, twisting it in her hands. He loved the way her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to hold back her cries. His cock jerked at each agonized whimper.
The callused pads of his fingertips caught slightly as he slid them through her tender channel. Her muscles tightened, and her body tensed. She was so close.
Without warning, he drew her clit between his lips and sucked hard. His name fell from her lips like a prayer as she strained against him. Her release pitched and swelled, washing over her as the prayer became an agonized cry resonating throughout the cavern.
He wanted to push her over the edge again and again. More than that, he wanted to catch her every time she fell.
Trembling, she urged him forward, clutching at his shoulders, seemingly desperate to have him fill her. Her eyes were dark and wild as she tugged at him. He understood. He wanted inside her just as badly. He’d had more women than he could remember, but none of them had him feeling as much like an untried youth as Persephone did.
Grabbing another pomegranate seed, he again offered it to her, teasing her passion-swollen lips. “Be my queen.” The words tumbled from his mouth—half plea, half demand.
The wildness faded slightly from her eyes, and she slowly shook her head, swallowing thickly. “I can’t.”
Disappointment flared brightly to life within him, but he tamped it down. Instead, he dragged the plump aril through the valley of her breasts until the membrane surrounding the seed finally burst, leaking the tartly sweet juice over her pale skin. Lowering his head, he lapped it up, drinking the nectar directly from her flesh.
Reaching for the bowl, he took a handful of the seeds and crushed them, squeezing so the juice ran in crimson rivulets over her breasts and belly. Her nipples beaded tightly, trembling garnet-colored drops of liquid clinging to the tips before running in staining tears over her soft curves.
He nuzzled the sensitive underside of her breast, tenderly cleaning the juice from her skin. Sighing, she threaded her fingers through his hair as he made his way to her other breast then down the gentle slope of her stomach. By the time he reached her navel, she was lifting her hips, urging him to take her with his mouth again.
He smiled against her skin. He’d definitely be doing that. But not now. Instead, he stripped off the remainder of his clothing and stood naked before her. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fixed on his cock. Her gaze flew to his face then back to his erection again. Pushing up on her elbows, she motioned him closer. Holding her gaze, he knelt on the bed between her spread legs, not missing the widening of her eyes as he drew nearer.
Chapter Four
Persephone swallowed nervously. Thick and fully erect, Hades’ cock curved upward towards his stomach leaving a damp trail across the taut muscle. A fresh rush of cream flooded her cunt as he dropped to hands and knees and prowled toward her, caging her with his body. Heady danger mixed with the inexplicable sensation of security. No matter what happened, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She was safe in his arms.
His heavy cock brushed over her clit, and she shivered at the haphazard caress. She lifted her hips, pressing her damp folds to his heated shaft and rubbing herself against him. Her slick heat coated his hard, satiny length. His eyes closed, and he tilted his head back, almost as if he were praying for strength. She did it again, loving the way his breath hissed through his clenched teeth. Each second of contact made her want more.
“Please,” she whispered, stroking her hands over his wide shoulders and over his back.
His hips jerked as if responding to her plea, but he stopped and held her gaze. When she lifted her hips again, his eyes closed and he pushed forward. Hades entered her slightly before pulling back. It was obvious he was taking great care with her, but she didn’t want care. She wanted him.
When he slid forward again, she raised her hips, meeting his shallow thrust and taking him deeper. That tiny motion seemed to be all it took to push him over the edge. As if he’d lost the ability to hold back, he entered her fully. She stiffened at the sharp pain and sudden fullness. He stilled, and his body shook from the effort. His head dropped forward, the ends of his hair slid like silk across her skin, and his labored breaths puffed against her chest. Lifting his gaze to hers, he smoothed his hand over her cheek.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded, barely able to think beyond the overwhelming sensations. Eventually, restlessness replaced the discomfort. Still almost uncomfortably full, it was impossible not to want to move. She needed more than he was giving her. His trembling limbs told her he needed it, too.
Her internal muscles clenched around him, prodding him into action. Slowly, he withdrew, dragging his thick cock through her swollen channel. She swore she felt every ridge, every pulsing vein as he moved within her. After several more controlled advances, she quickly caught his rhythm and met him thrust for measured thrust. The pain melted away, leaving nothing but the bliss of his huge cock working in and out of her clasping body. His pelvic bone ground against her clit on every stroke. Bright bursts of pleasure pulsed through her with every connection.
“You feel so good,” he breathed against her neck. He shafted her faster, losing any sense of rhythm he’d once had. Every rough lunge coiled the need within her tighter until raw with aching hunger, it finally snapped. Her body stiffened, and her internal muscles rippled and clenched, holding him almost motionless. Pleasure raced through her limbs and over her skin, somehow even more intense than before. He pushed through her climax, driving into her, making every sensation sharper.
A groan tore from his chest as his release took him, filling her with a scalding rush of his seed as he continued to pound into her. Finally, he slowed then stopped, gently withdrawing from her body. He dropped kisses on her upturned mouth before plucking another pomegranate aril from the silver bowl by the bed and holding it to her lips.
“More than ever, I would have you for my queen. To rule by my side.”
The fruit was cool against her flesh. It was nearly impossible not to accept it. There was something in his eyes as he watched her. He seemed almost vulnerable as he waited for her response, but she wasn’t sure she could give him the answer he wanted. Would she be trading one life of servitude for another? Slowly, she shook her head.
For a moment, his gaze clouded. And just as quickly, it was gone. “It’s always been your choice to make. But know that I will wait for you until the end of time.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “I always keep my promises.”
In that moment, she knew. Life with Hades wouldn’t be the endless subjugation she’d experienced at her mother’s side. Peace settled over her. She scooped a handful of red, glistening seeds from the bowl with one hand and pushed him back against the pillows with her other. Straddling his lower legs, she grasped his cock with her free hand, sliding her hand up the still hard length of it. His gaze focused sharply on her, halting the breath in her chest as the magnitude of what she was about to do hit her. There was no going back after this. But she knew with utter certainty that she didn’t want to.
“Everything comes to you in time,” she murmured. “My time is now.”
Holding the seeds above the wide, flared head of his cock, she squeezed—slowly, deliberately letting the clear, red liquid drip wetly down his shaft. His eyes dropped closed and his agonized breath hissed through clenched teeth. Dropping the pulpy mess, she took him into her mouth, the sharply sweet juice of the fruit mingling with the warm, musky flavor of her lover. She’d made her choice.
Someday, she’d make her peace with her mother, but for now, she’d let Hades keep his promises, and she planned to make a few of her own.
About the Author
Bronwyn lives in Michigan with her wonderful husband, two amazing sons and five somewhat-psychotic cats. When not tormenting her characters, she can usually be found helping with reading and writing projects in her sons’ classrooms as well as being the car pool mom extraordinaire for five teens and a couple of preteens. Besides writing, she also enjoys reading, knitting, sewing, cross stitching, pottery, drawing—basically anything that helps her avoid the tortures of cleaning and cooking.