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Persephone slapped playfully at his chest.“What movie?”
“Clash of the Titans?”
Hades snorted and drew away from her, looking at Lexa.“Old or new?”
“Old.”
“Fine,” he agreed, and kissed Persephone on the cheek.“Going to need a minute.”
Hades left the kitchen, disappearing down a hallway until he found the bathroom. He shut himself inside and leaned against the door, reaching into his pants and clasping his cock. He’d have much rather had Persephone’s hand on him, her mouth around him, her sex clenching his own, but this would have to suffice until they were alone. He worked himself until he came.
When the cookies were finished, they took them out and let them cool while they watchedClash of the Titans.
“Gods, I forgot this movie was so slow,” Jaison said, who was the only one paying attention. With Persephone lying on top of him, her body fitting between his thighs, Hades could only think about sex. She was also giggling, and he was certain she wasn’t laughing at the movie.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered, his arm tightening around her, bodies pressing hard together.
“You can’t possibly know.”
“After what I put myself through this evening, I’m sure there are several things you are laughing at.”
At some point, Persephone fell asleep and he carried her to her bedroom.
“Don’t leave,” she said sleepily when he lowered her onto the bed.
“I’m not.” He kissed her forehead.“Sleep.”
Hades lay beside her wide awake. Her bed was small and smelled like her. He closed his eyes, but his body felt hot and his brain was too wired, thinking about their earlier encounter in the kitchen and how he wanted to finish what they started. But Persephone was tired and he didn’t want to wake her, so he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes tight. It felt like forever before he fell asleep, and it only lasted for a few seconds before he was awake again, his body on top of Persephone’s, his mouth devouring her skin. She moaned and reached for him, their kisses urgent, as if they hadn’t been together in weeks, months.
Hades pulled her shirt off and dumped her out of her pants before diving between her thighs. He took her slow, nipping at the inside of her legs, blowing on her hot core, sucking on her clit until she begged for his tongue. He gave her his fingers, inserting them into her heat. She was soaked, and he groaned.
“All of this for me,” he said as he left her body, her come thick and dripping, and drew his fingers into his mouth before covering her body with his own. Her legs fell apart, and she arched her back, breasts filling his vision as he entered her. He paused as he loomed over her, pressing his forehead to hers.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
“You feel good,” she whispered.“You feel…like power.”
He felt controlled at first, like maybe he could make love to her the way he had in front of the fireplace in his office. Except that the more she reacted to the invasion of his cock—gripping his arms and the blankets, and pressing her head into the mattress—he couldn’t control himself. A fierce, claiming growl erupted from his throat, and he kissed her hard, teeth grazing her lips, sucking her neck, and thrusting into her, moving her entire body until they were crammed against the headboard. Hades used his hands to cushion her head while Persephone’s nails scraped down his back. He didn’t even feel the sting, just the ecstasy of their coupling.
The bed shook, their guttural cries filling the room, and when he came, he collapsed upon her, their bodies slick with sweat. It wasn’t until he caught his breath that he realized she was crying.
“Persephone.” He pushed away from her, feeling hysteria build in the bottom of his stomach.“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered, covering her eyes, and he felt an immense sense of relief.“No, you didn’t hurt me.”
He stared down at her for a moment as she wept quietly. He knew there could be a number of reasons for her tears, but he would not speculate and he would not ask. If she wished to tell him, she could. Still, he did not wish for her to hide, no matter the reason. He pried her hands from her face, brushed the wetness from her cheeks, and kissed her forehead before moving to his side and tucking her against him. He covered their naked bodies with blankets.
“You are too perfect for me,” he whispered, kissing her hair, and they fell into a peaceful slumber.
***
Hades woke instantly, and this time, it had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with the smell of Demeter’s magic. It curled through the air like a bitter frost.
He rolled into a sitting position but did not manage to manifest clothes before Demeter appeared, eyes like fire, face as cold as ice.
Persephone, oblivious to her mother’s arrival, rolled toward him, her hand reaching out across the sheets.
“Come back to bed.”
