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He began with light strokes, brushing her clit and sliding over her damp entrance, but as her hands tightened in his hair and her cries became guttural, he pulled her closer, tongue reaching deeper, tasting sweet slick skin. She writhed beneath him, and he used one hand to keep her in place while the other teased that bundle of sensitive nerves. She grew taut beneath him, a dam ready to burst, and when she finally found release, he drank.
When he was finished, he rose to his full height and kissed her, his mouth still wet from her sex. She welcomed him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She sat just above his cock, her entrance teasing his tip, and he grit his teeth to keep from impaling himself upon her. When he pulled away, his eyes bore into hers.
Let me have you, he thought. He watched as she pulled her lip between her teeth, another wordless invitation, but just as he moved to guide his throbbing member into her, he heard Minthe’s voice.
“Lord Hades?”
His teeth felt as if they would shatter. He had never hated a sound so much in his life, but this was one he would curse for the rest of his existence. He noted the way Persephone stiffened, and he held her in place as he pushed away from the edge of the pool, turning so that her back was to the nymph as she entered the baths. It was an attempt to preserve some of her modesty, even with her legs still around his waist.
Except Persephone surprised him by wrapping her hand around his cock.
They stared at each other, and if gazes could start fires, they would incinerate.
“Ha—”
Minthe stood at the top of the steps that lead into the baths. Her jaw had tightened, and her features grew rigid at the sight she had stumbled upon.
“Yes, Minthe?” Hades voice was strained, his anger and desire warring for dominance in his mind. Persephone’s hand stroked down his shaft, her thumb rubbing light circles over the crown of his cock.
“We…missed you at dinner,” Minthe was saying.
All Hades could think was,Why is she still talking?
“But I see that you are busy.”
Persephone’s hand moved down to the very root.
“Very,” he said between his teeth.
“I will let the cook know you have been thoroughly sated.”
Up to the tip.
“Quite,” he gritted out.
Minthe lingered there a moment longer, as if she wished to say something further, but—smartly—thought against it. She turned and left, and Hades reached for Persephone. They would pick up where they had left off. She had teased him enough, and now he would know what it felt like to be inside her, to be consumed by that mesmerizing heat.
Except she pushed away from him.
“Where are you going?” He followed after her.
“How often does Minthe come to you in the baths?” she asked as she stepped out of the pool.
“Persephone.”
Do not do this. Do not go there, he wanted to say, but she was not looking at him and she had covered herself with a towel.
“Look at me, Persephone.”
He was still in the pool, but he had moved forward enough so that the water came to his thighs. In some way, he felt just as exposed, his hard flesh on full display, so she could be left in no doubt of his want for her.
“Minthe is my assistant.”
“Then she can assist you with your need.” She dared to pin his cock with her vicious stare. His brows slammed down, and he left the water, arm sliding around her waist. He drew her to him.
“I don’t want Minthe,” he growled.
“I don’t wantyou.”
