Page 66 of Hades

“Evelyn, I need to know you understand what this means,” I whisper, pressing my lips to hers briefly.

“It means I’m yours. I want to be yours. I’ve never felt safer than I have with you. Please, don’t make me wait.”

I cup her cheek. “I need to know. What’s changed? Why now?”

She blinks, looking up at me in the moonlight. “I know who you are as a person, and I like him. I like Jonah. I want to keep him.”

“I’m not always Jonah, Princess.”

She smiles. “I know, and I look forward to finally taming Hades.”

I smirk down at her. “Good luck with that.”

Without another word, I lean in, devouring her lips. She answers my tongue stroke for stroke as my hands explore her body.

She has been killing me in her little sleep shorts and tanks. So much so that I have the urge to rip them from her body in shreds.

I don’t, though. Instead, I take my time, kissing her until she is breathless. Then and only then do I help her sit up to remove her tank top. Pushing her shorts down her body is much easier. I nip at her thigh as I make my way back up her body.

“I’m going to show you what I’ve been wanting to do to this tight little body,” I warn her.

“I can’t wait to live in your fantasy,” she sasses.

Kneading her breasts with my hand, I start the slow process of kissing every inch of her body. When I get to her breasts, I nip each one, but much to her disappointment, I don’t linger. Not this time. Not when I’m desperate for her.

She squirms below me, impatient for me, but I don’t give in. Not until I have kissed all the way down to her feet and back up to her center. Only then do I look up at her, taking in the view.

Evelyn is always gorgeous. When she’s working, handling traumas like a boss. When she is being mean to me, spitting insults to try and get a rise out of me. First thing in the morning when she hasn’t had her coffee and is more of a walking zombie than a person. When she is being vulnerable and admitting she is actually human.

Still, she has never looked more gorgeous than the way she looks as she stares down at me between her legs with nothing but lust in her eyes.

I press a kiss to her pussy before I spread her lips. Slowly, I swipe my tongue over her clit. She licks her lips in anticipation of what’s to come next.

I don’t leave her waiting long. One taste of her will never be enough.

I make it my task to make her come at least twice on my tongue and fingers before I will even entertain the idea of her having my cock.

I lick her again, this time putting more pressure with my tongue. When I don’t stop, her hands find their way into my hair as she grinds down against my mouth. She is loving this as much as I am.

Pressing one finger inside of her, I’m surprised at how tight she is. I doubt she is a virgin at her age, but fuck if she doesn’t feel it. I’m not going to last ten seconds inside of her.

Curling my finger up toward her G-spot, I start thrusting inside of her while lapping up her pussy juices with my tongue. When I add a second finger inside of her, it’s a stretch, but she takes it so well. Flattening my tongue, I use it like a weapon, pressing against her clit until she cries out her pleasure.

I am relentless. I keep the pressure through her orgasm, never slowing down. Not even when she pulls my hair, begging me to stop because it’s too much. I keep fucking her with my tongue and fingers until one orgasm fades and a second one rolls through.

“Jonah.”

It’s my name she screams to the ceiling as her pussy clenches around my fingers, her hands painfully pulling my hair as she takes pleasure from me a second time.

This time, I slow my actions until she is a limp noodle on the bed. Then I kiss my way up her body until I’m at her lips. I don’t ask her permission. I shove my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself on me.

She moans into me, her legs coming around me as my cock attempts to break free from my boxers and spear her.

When I pull back, I look down at her.

“Have you had enough?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her heels pulling down the back of my boxers.