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Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips. I can’t stop to think about what he means, as I get caught up in the overwhelming wave of sensation.
“Open yer eyes, Persephone.”
I obey instantly, my eyes flying open to find his.
“Mine,” He says, deceptively softly. His voice doesn’t match the intensity of his hips pumping into me, or the piercing fire in his eyes that scorches me from the inside out.
He pulls out of me and I cry out at the sudden loss of him. But then Hades flips me over, forcing my hips into the air and slamming back into me with a roar. His hand lands on my ass with a crack.
“Hades!” My hands are grappling at the sheets, desperate to find something to anchor myself against the onslaught of him. Every slide of his cock is rubbing my already sensitized nerve endings. Another climax is hurtling towards me, but this time I won’t be alone in my release. He’s swelling inside of me, his movements becoming jerky and erratic. Suddenly his hand wraps around the front of my neck, tugging gently but commandingly, to lift me up.
“Say it, Persephone. Say yermine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. I can barely think, let alone mumble out the words he’s expecting.
He slams into me once, twice, then with a final roar I feel him pull out. In the next second, he jets hot streams of cum onto my inner thighs. My body answers in kind, spasming as the waves of my own climax hit me.
I feel Hades sag against my back, only for a moment, as if showing even that small amount of weakness is too much for him. Then he abruptly pushes my body away, letting me collapse onto the bed. I hear him stalk away without a word.
Blearily, I whip my head around to see where he’s going.
Is that it? Is he done?
Before my mind can start to panic or overthink the tenderness mixed with pure lust with which he just fucked me, he’s back.
In a gruff voice, he mumbles, “here.” Then a warm cloth is dropped unceremoniously onto my legs. I twist my upper body only to see him walking away again.
“Thank you?” I call out.
The only sign I have that he heard me, that he was affected at all by what we just did, is a slight hesitation in his step.
Then he’s gone, vanishing into the shower.
Chapter23
Persephone
The next day, I pull my earbuds out of my ears. Standing up where I have been hunched over the worktable, I flex my right hand. I’ve been clenching it, trying to keep it out of my way while I trace a few doodles, testing out ink and paper and different paintbrushes.
My hand twitches a little. I stare at it, trying to block out the slow ache that has formed over the last two hours.
I guess I’ve just found a time limit for myself. Since that fateful night that Constantine pushed me over the cliff’s edge, I have been treating myself with kid gloves. Things I used to do without thought? Working for two hours straight, trying to do the same thing over and over?
I consider that to be something I left behind in my art school days. Dead and buried, with my pride and ambition alongside it.
I shake out my hand. But it begins to really hurt, a pounding ache. Without some aspirin, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to work anymore.
“Hades?” I call.
I expect him to be surly. To be hateful, even.
But I do expect him to answer. After all, this is his damned project that I’m killing myself to work on.
I turn my head. My gaze sweeps the warehouse and finds it empty. My gaze narrows.
“Hello?”
No answer.
