I would ruin every part of her life before I ever let her go.
And I would make her love me for it.
I moved up from her thigh, pressing my mouth against her mound and inhaling her like a man starved.
She smelled like sex and rainwater, heat and surrender. It filled my lungs, coated my tongue before I even tasted her, and I could already feel her heartbeat pulsing against my lips.
She was trembling.
Not from fear. From need.
And I was going to give her everything.
I licked her clit once—slow, deliberate—just to hear that first gasp break free from her throat. Her hips jerked up to meet me, desperate, impatient.
I held her down.
My hands locked around her thighs, firm, unrelenting, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. Her skin was slick, the rain still clinging to her, and it only made her taste sweeter—like she belonged to the storm and to me.
I circled her clit again with my tongue, teasing her, taking my time. She writhed under me, her body begging for more even when she didn’t have the words yet.
She didn’t need them. I already knew.
She was soaked, aching, open. I slid two fingers inside her, slow at first, just to feel the way she clenched around me. The sound she made—soft, helpless—was enough to undo me.
I fucked her slowly with my fingers, curling them just right as I continued to taste her, tongue and hand moving in perfect rhythm. Her moans deepened. Her thighs shook. Her hands twisted in the sheets like she was trying to tether herself to the world.
Then she begged.
“Please,” she gasped, voice raw, broken open. “I need more.”
I stilled my fingers, smiling against her clit, breath hot and slow. “More?” I asked, voice dark, teasing. “What do you want, Persephone?”
She whimpered. Fuck, that sound. Her hips rolled, chasing friction, chasing me.
“I want you to make me come,” she whispered. “Please.”
There it was.
Everything I needed.
“Is that all?” I murmured, sliding my fingers deeper as my tongue flicked against her again, faster now. “You want to come for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned, hands fisting in the sheets like she’d fall apart without them. “Please, Hades.”
Hearing her say my name like that—desperate, trembling, owned—lit a fire in my blood that I couldn’t have doused even if I tried.
I gave her everything.
My tongue and fingers worked in tandem, relentless, reverent. I lapped at her like she was a meal prepared by the gods themselves, like every sound she made was carved just for me.
She was panting, crying out, her body rolling into every stroke, every flick of my tongue, and I knew—knew—she was close.
Her breath caught. Her whole body arched.
And then she shattered.
She came with my name on her lips, voice breaking open as she convulsed beneath my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
