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He closed the distance between them and cradled her face, tilting her head back so he could look at her. She seemed so fragile within his grasp and yet so fierce.
“I will always want you,” he said, his voice quiet. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She braced her hands on his forearms as if she wanted to hold him in place. “I know you hurt for me, but I need you.”
“I am here.”
Her hands slid down to his, and she guided them to her breasts.
“Touch me,” she said. “We can go slow.”
He swallowed thickly. A rush of dizzying heat went straight to his head, and his cock grew thick and heavy between them. He touched her, letting his head rest against hers as her nipples grew harder beneath his touch.
“What else?”
“Kiss me,” she said, breathless.
He tried to go slow, to kiss her sweetly, their mouths locked in a delicate exchange, but fuck, it was hard. She was so soft and receptive, and each sweep of her tongue made him harder and more aware of the fact that he wanted her warmth fisting his cock.
He shifted closer, one hand anchoring against the back of her head. He bent her back, kissed her harder, faster, losing himself to the desperate tangle in the pit of his stomach, until he froze and pulled away.
“I’m sorry. I did not ask if that was okay.”
“It’s okay,” she said, her eyes bright and present. “I’m okay.”
She led this time, and her mouth was hot and demanding. He liked when she took control, and in this instance, it made him feel less like he would fuck this up.
Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, then skimmed down his body until they rested on his cock. He pressed against her, grinding his teeth against the friction of her body.
“Touch me,” he said.
She spent a few moments rubbing him through his clothes before unbuttoning his pants and taking his flesh into her hand.
Gods, it felt good.
He kissed her harder, consumed by the feel of his cock in her hand. It was like all sensation in his body came from this one place, and she had all the control—she could bend him and break him, and he would let her.
“Kneel,” she said, and the breathless order sent both of them to their knees.
Persephone urged him onto his back and crawled up his body, her slick heat settling over his arousal as she straddled him.
His hands splayed across her thighs, digging into her skin as she lifted herself and guided him inside her. He could barely contain himself, and as she slid down, he thrust his hips upward. Their bodies slammed together, moving the same or at different times. It didn’t matter so long as they were inside each other, so long as they were drowning in this ecstasy that moved through their bodies like blood.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck.”
He sat up, gripping her with one hand while theother moved between them so he could stroke her clit. Her body wound so tight that when she came, she shuddered around him, and it was enough to coax him to release. He groaned and fell back, bringing her with him as he continued to thrust deeply into her. After, they lay there for a while, quiet and content, until Persephone rose to her feet, legs shaking.
“Are you well?” he asked, holding on to her as she steadied herself.
“Yes,” she said with a smile, laughing a little. “Very.”
He stood and dressed and then took her hand.
“Are you ready for bed, my darling?”
“As long as you are coming too,” she said, arching a brow.
He smiled. “Of course.”
