A groan leaves me from deep in my chest. I nearly lose all composure. “Say it again.”
Persephone repeats “You are my king,” and I bend my head to hers to kiss the words out of her mouth. Deepening it and losing myself in her touch. She arches up to me, her hips rocking against mine, and I cannot hold back.
I need her now.
With rough fingers and a primal need, I push her gown up to her waist and kiss the insides of her thighs as I tear open my clothes. Persephone braces herself on the blanket, watching me, her lips shining in the garden lights, her eyes sparkling, and when I kiss her other thigh she reaches down and pulls her gown higher and higher until she works it up and over her head.
Then she is naked in the garden, and it is right—it is the place she belongs, in my realm, in my garden, underneath me, writhing with need.
She spreads her legs for me. I do not hesitate. I need to kiss her clit, too. Loving how she moans when I do. I suck her and in response, her fingers fly to the back of my head, holding me there with unadulterated greed. I need to taste her sweetness, even stronger between her legs, and lick her clit as she gasps. Her thighs press into my head once, then twice, and then she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls me away until I am back at her mouth again.
I kiss her own desire into her mouth and drag my cock through her soft folds. I could come from that feeling alone, and I let myself linger in it for as long as she will let me. Teasing and preparing her for what's to come.
It is not long before she tilts her hips and I sink into her, letting out a low groan as I do.
“Persephone,” I manage. “My queen.” My forearm falls to the blanket above her head as I rock myself inside of her, forcing myself deeper and deeper as her back arches off the blanket.
She’s tighter than I remember. Hotter. Wetter. There’s nowhere else I want to be. Fucking hell. She is everything I need. There is nothing else I can think of. Only her body accepting me as I thrust in hard. And then harder. Forcing small gasps from her sweet lips. I grow with every thrust, holding my breath and fucking her like I need her to come on my cock just to live.
Persephone cries out, her muscles clenching around me. She holds on to me when she can, but her grip moves to the blanket as I fuck her. Clenching the silk and pulling as if it will save her. She writhes under me, arching her neck, and I kiss her there as I fuck her mercilessly. She takes me as deep as she can. She comes with my name on her lips, then a cry that is not any word at all, just an echo of her pleasure.
I kiss her until I must stop to breathe, but I cannot stop fucking her. My body demands it. The sound of her. The sight of her. The taste of her. I take it all, and I will never get enough.
I fuck her as if the depravity of it would chain her to the Underworld. Mine. All I can think, as she cries out my name and her nails dig into my back, is mine.
Persephone comes again, gushing on my cock, and I want to keep fucking her until all my realms end. Until Olympus comes down and shatters into the Underworld. Until the mortal realm becomes one with this one, and there is nothing left in the world. It could all happen around us, and I would not want to stop.
I hold her to the blanket and bury myself deep in her, as deep as I can go, and though I want it to last, my release takes over.
I’ve never had a more powerful orgasm. It is all my need and love and worship for her.
Persephone lifts her head and presses her face in my shoulder, her legs shaking. She trembles with the force of our union. In the quiet afterward, the only sound I can hear is her frantic breath.
Then she says something too soft to hear.
“What was that, my queen?”
She lifts her head from my shoulder. “Again,” she whispers and then kisses me sweetly.
“My ever demanding queen,” I murmur against her lips and then thrust my hard length back into her sweet cunt.
Persephone
Waking to the memory of last night with the soft light of the rising sun brushing my face, I know one thing: I needed him. The pull to him was unrelenting the moment I found myself back in the Underworld.
I need him now. I cannot wait to touch him, to see him, to make sure he’s still here.
He was still the same, but I could see that it hurt him to do what he did. Hecate told me everything. She prepared me for the ash. I did not know how he would embrace me given his chaos.
But Hades’s mouth against mine was everything I needed and the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.
Having him move against me, inside of me, and give me all his pleasure, there on that blanket—that was what I craved every second I was on Olympus. I needed that time together. I needed him to move within me with all his strength, showing me that he was still my king. That he was the god I fell for and that he still wanted me too.
My heart beats slowly as the voices murmur softly around the castle.
There are fewer souls in the Underworld around his home. I did not know it fully until he took me inside the house last night, and then I also understood why.
Ash was everywhere in the Underworld, covering everything.
