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“Can you promise to never leave at all?”
He gave her a soft smile. It was all he could really offer, because in the back of his mind, he was imagining that burning battlefield and his corpse among the flames. He held her gaze, and when she started to frown, he kissed her, pulling her against him. She was warm and her hands eager as they closed over his cock, which was hard between them.
Hades pressed into her, a groan escaping his mouth as his lips left hers to explore her skin. He wanted to take her against the window, the desk, on every surface of this room, and while he’d once promised to shield them from prying eyes, he considered that perhaps he should allow the world to watch their passion unfold.
It was never-ending. It was fire in his veins.
He gripped her ass, ready to lift her when she pushed against his chest. Reluctantly, he pulled away.
“Let me have this,” she said.
He lifted his brows, curious. “What do you want?”
Her hands slid down his arms and she laced her fingers through his, leading him to his desk, where she guided him to sit. His eyes darkened as she used his thighs for support to lower herself to the floor before him, as if she were about to pray.
To worship.
Fuck.
His muscles tightened instinctively, and he held his breath as she unbuttoned his pants, seeking his arousal, which ached for her soft touch, her wet mouth. She said nothing as she took him into her hand, jerking him fromroot to tip. She held his gaze, eyes like emeralds, their light dancing with a lust he could feel in the bottom of his stomach.
He could not help watching her mouth as she moved her hand up and down his shaft, and he dug his fingers into the arms of his chair to keep from taking control. He wanted to feel her tongue on him, wanted the warmth of her mouth to close in around him, wanted to hit the back of her throat as he thrust into her.
She must have sensed his turmoil because she smiled and then drew her tongue over the head of his cock. His body clenched under her control, and when he sighed, it sounded more like a groan.
“Yes,” he whispered. “This. I dream of this.”
He liked her control because he had none. He had no thoughts save for the awareness that his cock was in her wet and warm mouth, that he was vibrating with pleasure, that his body was throbbing.
He could not figure out which part he liked more—the feel of her or watching this intimate worship.
She was glorious.
He made an effort to breathe through the pleasure, wanting to see how far she was willing to let him go.
“Lord Hades.”
Ivy stood in the doorway. She sounded startled, and he thought perhaps she realized what was happening at his feet, but she lingered rather than retreating, which only irritated him more.
It was impossible to concentrate on anything she was saying because Persephone had not paused in her work. Her tongue slid over his head, trailed along every ridge, lapped at his come, which beaded incessantly. She usedit to moisten her lips, to gently suck him, all while her hands jerked him and teased his balls.
Gods.
Fuck him.
He had to gain some kind of control, so he twisted his fingers in her hair. It was as if she were challenging him—could he hold himself together in Ivy’s presence while she so diligently worked to make him come?
“Why are you sitting?” Ivy asked.
“I’m working,” he gritted out, though to be fair, he never used this desk. He never used this office. This was the most he had been here in years, and it had everything to do with his newest tenant, who was currently positioned between his legs.
“There’s nothing on your desk,” Ivy observed.
“It’s…coming,” he said with less control than he wanted, but there was a pressure building on the base of his cock, and it was pulsing.
Ivy remained oblivious.
“Right, well, when you have a moment—”
