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Hades gives me a look.
“I think ye know that once I’ve set my mind to something, I always get it. Yer no exception.”
“Even so. I am not ready to say yes. So do me the favor of not asking me.” I give him a sly look. “Well, not yet anyway.”
He frowns. “Before my brother interrupted, I thought ye were going to say… how ye felt.”
“I was.” I school my expression. “I do love you, Hades. I love your brain, and how you think four steps ahead of everyone else. I love how much bigger you are than me. I love how you protect me.” I pause, breathing out and touching my stomach. “And most of all, I love that you gave me a child. I… I didn’t think that I would…”
My breath catches and tears form in the corners of my eyes. The words are harder to push out now, so I do it quickly, almost jumbling words.
“I think a lot of people look at me and see a disposable person because I am disabled. But you? You make me forget about every nasty look ever directed my way.”
“Ach, lass,” he says. “I love ye, Persephone. I love yer fire, yer spirit. I love protecting ye and always looking out for ye. For our family. It’s part of a man’s job, if ye ask me. But more than anything, I’m astonished that ye pickedme. No one has ever done that, not like ye did.”
“Oh, Hades,” I breathe.
He tips my chin up, kissing me deeply and passionately, without another single word said.
Chapter17
Persephone
Under Hades’ dark gaze, I sink onto my knees. He steps closer to me, widening his stance, and tilts my chin up. He cups my cheek with rough, hot fingers and pushes his thumb in between my lips. When I open my mouth to accept, he is quick to dominate me, to jam his thumb against my tongue.
Making eye contact with Hades, I wind a hand around the back of his thigh and open my mouth more, accepting his rough touch. I imagine myself as a vessel for him, for his pleasure. That thought excites me as I suck on his thumb, using my tongue to explore it.
With his free hand, he unzips his slacks and shoves his pants down just enough for his cock to jut out proudly.
He pulls his thumb from my mouth, smearing my lips with the moisture from my tongue.
“Open yer mouth, lass,” he grits out. “Suck my cock.”
I lean forward hesitantly, my face flaming bright. He fists his cock and pushes the blunt tip against my lips. To my surprise the skin of his cock is like hot velvet. I open my mouth and explore the tip with my tongue, watching his face for a reaction.
The sound of a pleased growl rattling in Hades’ chest relaxes me somewhat. “That’s good. Just like that. Open yer mouth more… and mind yer teeth.”
I freeze for a second, unsure how to follow his commands. He takes control, pushing the back of my head down onto his cock. I curl my free hand around the base and use that as leverage, moving my head up and down gently.
The tangy, salty taste of him is new and intriguing. I bob my head a little faster and he digs his hands into my hair, controlling how fast and how deep I take his cock.
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes and blows out a breath. “Yer a natural, lass. I’m almost tempted to let ye go down on me all night.”
I bob my head, working up and down his shaft, watching his face the entire time. At length, he releases my head and gently pushes me off. I wipe my mouth, feeling unsteady.
Hades opens his eyes, his tawny gaze alight with lust. “That’s only a taste, lass. Now let’s see if yer as delicious as I remember.”
Pulling me to my feet, he spins me around and pushes me deeper into the room.
Hades grabs my hips from behind and threads his fingers into my hair. I shiver when he tilts my head to the side and places a heated kiss against the gentle bend of my neck. Hades whispers in my ear, something between an exciting purr and a frightening growl.
“Come,” he snaps. “I want ye on the bed, lass.”
The deep sound of his voice makes me shiver with anticipation. I let him walk me over to the bed. His hands shape my breasts, his clever fingers pulling at my sensitive nipples, shaping them through the satin of my dress and bra. I gasp just as he pushes me down onto the bed, face first.
Hades' hands brush the outside of my bare thighs. He’s the only man that’s ever touched me there before and it sends a fission of tense energy through my body.
I push myself up onto my elbows, heart pounding against my ribs, mouth open. Whether I’m planning on objecting or moaning I don’t exactly know. Hades grabs my thighs, forces them apart, and skims his hands up the insides of my knee.
