Then I sink to my knees. Worshipping every inch of her. Mine.
Persephone leans against the door, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with her breath. “I missed you very much,” she murmurs.
“You have no idea,” I practically groan in response.
I take one of her knees in my hand and pull her leg over my shoulder, then pull her close and take a languid lick of her. Her head falls back and her fingers find my hair. She cries out my name as I suck gently and prepare my queen for the ruthless fuck she’s about to receive.
Persephone moans above me and my mind is filled with her. There’s nothing else. Only her sweet folds, already wet for me, and the taste of her, and the arousal that I‘ve craved and starved for. I did not forget her. I did not forget any part of her. She’s familiar on my tongue, but I devour her pussy like this is my last chance. I press my tongue over her clit and make circles until she comes, letting her weight rest on me. Her hips surge forward into my face, which is a demand for more.
I give it to her.
I give it to her again and again. Climbing the highest of highs with her chest and cheeks flushed until she falls down begging me for more.
She’s still leaning against the door when I add my fingers and fuck slowly up into her tight heat. Persephone rolls her hips, fucking herself on them, and I need to rip my clothes off. Get them the fuck off.
I bring her to another orgasm before I carry her to our bed.
Persephone rolls over onto her stomach to watch me undress. Her hooded gaze reflects desire and lust and a primal need. I strip everything off as fast as I undressed her. She sits up as I come closer to the bed, then rises to her knees.
“I need you,” she says softly, nearly breathlessly, then runs her hands all over my chest. I hold her waist as she explores me, tracing paths down to my hips, then taking my cock in one fist.
Persephone uses her other hand to push me a step away from the bed, and then she slides down to the floor, to her knees, and takes me into her mouth.
Fuck me. The sight of her is everything.
My head tips back at the feeling of her tongue on my crown. She teases me.
She takes me deep, the pleasure forcing my toes to curl.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I hold her head and guide her mouth onto me, letting her hold my hips, letting her suck while I fuck into her mouth. It is every sensation I have ever wanted. I could spend eternity doing this.
My cock pulses. I need to come, but not in her throat. Not yet. I’ve barely just gotten started.
“Inside you,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to come inside you.”
I pull her to her feet and kiss her onto the bed. Persephone spreads her legs wide underneath me and arches her body to mine.
There’s no better sight than her face, blushed from her orgasms, and her eyes half-lidded with pleasure and her lips parted to pant my name.
“Come inside me,” she says. “Please, my king. Please. I need you.”
Ravenously, I find her opening and thrust in. In one swift motion I’m buried to the hilt, and her nails dig in my back as she cries out in pleasure.
I fuck her relentlessly, chasing both of our orgasms. The bed creaks with each thrust and the headboard bangs against the wall. Over and over, I take her. Mercilessly and savagely fucking my queen.
We both moan as we come together and I rest beside her. Our breathing is labored but even still, I kiss her neck and her shoulders, and she rolls over to meet my lips with hers. I have been empty without this. Empty and lonely, no matter how I tried to live in the moment.
“More,” she whispers, and at her command, my hard cock meets her entrance and I do her bidding. Urged by lust, I rock into her and love how her back arches when I brush against her clit with the angle of my thrust.
I can see nothing as I pull my hips back and push forward. Back and then forward. Persephone meets my strokes, her pussy tightening and tightening. She slips her hand between us, her fingers seeking out her clit, and rubs herself to another orgasm that coats me in her pleasure.
Fuck me, the sight of her pleasure is intoxicating. I pray I remember this sight for all of my life. I capture her mouth and fuck her senselessly. My body is coming alive again. My muscles tense and my skin is hot. I have made efforts at keeping myself awake through these cycles of the moon, but it’s only now that I feel every muscle again. Every sensation. Every bit of her heat. Every breath.
But mostly I feel her.
My queen is fit to me. She was made for me. Fated for me. The tight hold of her pussy must be proof of this. I will give my pleasure to her without hesitation.
Her hands curl around my neck, and she pulls me closer, kissing me harder. Her nails scrape against my skin and I love it. The sharp points of her teeth nip at my lip. Persephone writhes beneath me.
