In some ways, she had never been more beautiful.
She was his wife, she was carrying his children. She was everything he thought he would never have.
Hades pulled off his shirt and the sweatpants Hermes had gotten him last Christmas. He smirked as her eyes trailed his body, bright and appraising, lingering on his cock, full and erect, pleased that after all this time and everything they’d been through, her desire for him never ceased.
Her attention only made him even more aware of how badly he needed this—needed her, and suddenly, he couldn’t conceive that he had abstained from her this long.
He approached, and she tilted her head back, holding his gaze as his mouth collided with hers. His hand came up, cupping her face, fingers threading through her silken hair, tightening at the base of her skull. It was the roughest he could be, the most he could communicate his desperate hunger.
He kissed her harder when she took his cock in hand, jerking him up and down, thumb smoothing over the tip. He groaned, head pounding, and pulled back, observing her glassy eyes and swollen lips.
She sat on the edge of their bed, eyes never leaving his, fingers still wrapped around his cock. Then she bent and licked him from root to tip.
He took a breath and then another, as her mouth closed around him.
“God, I missed this,” he breathed.
It was a moment before Persephone released him.
“It isn’t as though I haven’t offered,” she said.
“It isn’t as though I didn’t want it,” he said.
He noticed how she swallowed before she spoke. “Sometimes…I just need to know you still want me.”
“I always want you.”
“Logically, I know that,” she said. “But sometimes I cannot stop myself from doubting. It is only because so much has changed…I have changed.”
He kneeled on the floor between her legs.
“Darling,” he said. “You have given me everything I have yearned for since the dawn of my existence. Nothing will ever change how I see you. You are the love of my eternal life.”
He bent and kissed her knee, lips trailing the inside of her thigh. Persephone’s breath hitched, fingers sifting through his unbound hair. She widened her legs and reclined as he neared her center, hungry for her pleasure and all that came with it—the change in her breath, her writhing body, her desperate moans. He was at her mercy, guided by her reaction.
He licked her first and she sighed, the sound tightening his cock. It was like his touch released all the tension from her body, and now he would build it up again.
She tasted different, but delicious.
He let his tongue move gently over her soft, wet skin before he took her clit into his mouth. A choked sound left her mouth, her heels digging harder into his shoulders.
He might have paused then to ask if she was okay, but she took the opportunity to beg, “Don’t stop.”
So he didn’t. He kept that pleasing pace, licking and sucking, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, building within her the same fire simmering low in his belly.
She was warm, supple and wet. His cock and balls hung heavy between his thighs, aching for the same relief that spasmed through her. He felt it against his mouth, wave after wave rippling until she was still.
He rose to his full height and then stretched to kiss her, the heat radiating off their bodies an unbearable inferno.
He rested beside her, hand on her hip.
“How do you want me?”
Her laugh was breathless. “I am sure you are eager for the day when I ask that again.”
“I am in no hurry for time to pass,” Hades replied. “I am pleased to live in this moment with you.”
She gazed at him, eyes full of worship before shifting onto her side, her ass fitting against his arousal as she bent her knees and parted her legs. He entered her slowly, waiting for a signal that he was too much or that the babies were protesting, but she craned her neck and sought his lips. He kissed her with the same leisure with which he moved, content to remain like this for eternity.
