Now it lay bleak. The lakes were too still, the forests silent. The towers had lost their menacing grandeur. Our absence had drained the life from this place. It broke my heart to see it fade.
I was back now. We were back.
I regarded our realm in sorrow while my mate took me mercilessly from behind. Pleasure and pain bloomed with every deep, punishing thrust.
“Tell me you don’t regret this,” Hades demanded, driving into me brutally, his voice hoarse with fear. “Tell me you don’t wish you’d stayed in that golden cage.”
“I don’t regret us. You know that,” I said, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. He delivered a series of long, powerful thrusts, and I gasped. “I don’t hide behind pretty lies.”
“And you no longer hate me, not even slightly, for all I’ve done to you?” His voice cracked. After everything, he was still insecure when it came to me—afraid this was another dream he’d wake from alone.
“Now isn’t the time to grovel, Hades,” I chided. “Talk less and fuck your wife properly.”
He slammed into me with renewed force. The railing bit into my fingers. I arched my back, shifting the angle. He went deeper, hitting that place that whited out my vision.
“Good girl,” he panted. “You know how to take every inch of mine into your hot, tight cunt. Take everything I give you.”
His hand fisted in my hair and pulled. My head snapped back. The pain in my scalp was sharp and perfect.
“You’re mine! Forever mine!” he growled. “Say it, love.”
“Fine, I’m yours!” I cried out. “Always yours. Only yours.”
He pulled harder, bending me back. His other hand closed around my throat again, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult.
The combination overwhelmed me—hair pulled, throat compressed, his cock driving deep, my ass still burning,my nipples throbbing. Pain was everywhere. Pleasure was everywhere. They intertwined until they became one sensation.
“I love watching you struggle to breathe while I fuck you,” he growled in my ear. “Love knowing you’d let me hurt you any way I wanted. Love that you trust me with your pain.”
“And I trust you with my pleasure,” I gasped with what little air I had. “And my life.”
He released my throat but kept his grip on my hair. His other hand slid down between my legs, finding my clit. He didn’t circle or tease it this time. He pressed down hard and twisted the peak.
I screamed. My vision went white at the edges.
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Let me hear how much you love it when I hurt you.”
He twisted again. Pinched my clit between his fingers and tugged.
I sobbed, overwhelmed. Tears streaked my face. My body shook, caught between retreat and craving more.
“Color,” he demanded, checking in.
“Red,” I gasped. “Bloody red. Don’t you dare stop.”
He released my clit, only to bring his hand down hard on my pussy.
The slap echoed obscenely. Pain exploded through my most sensitive flesh. I screamed.
He did it again. And again. Each slap perfectly timed with his thrusts.
“So fucking wet,” he growled. “You’re dripping down your thighs. Baby girl, you get off on me spanking your cunt while I fuck you.”
“Yes!” I was a trembling mess. “Don’t stop!”
He pounded into me with blinding speed and brutality that would have broken a mortal. His hand continued its assault on my pussy, slapping and pinching and pulling.
My body was on fire; every nerve ending roared. Pain and pleasure merged, turning me mindless, then his shadows joined the play.
