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“Hard,” she answered, nibbling at her lip—a sign of her anxiety.
He had not expected that answer, given that she had been in the Underworld all day, but perhaps things had not gone well during her visit with Lexa. Before he could ask, she spoke.
“Yours?”
“The same,” he said and drew a piece of her hair behind her ear before planting his hand on the bed beside her hip. “Lie with me.”
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted and swollen.
“You don’t have to ask,” she whispered.
He disagreed, but there was a part of him that recognized asking might be more about easing his fear than hers.
Now having her permission, he did not hesitate to guide her robe down until she was bare to him. He wanted so much of her at once—her soft moans and her desperate cries. He wanted to kiss her and be inside her.He wanted to take her slow and then fuck her hard, but his eyes fell to her breasts, her nipples peaked and rosy, and he decided he would begin there.
He bent and took each tip into his mouth, sucking them and her soft skin. Her breaths came slow and deep, her fingers tangling in his hair. At this point, he had no real thoughts, only observations of sensation—the way her nails raked over his scalp, the way her breaths deepened the longer he sucked her, the way she shifted her legs wider as she prepared to accommodate whatever he decided to give—except that she grew impatient and reached for his hand, guiding him to her center and pressing his fingers into her heat.
He groaned at the feel of her arousal.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured before his lips crashed against hers and he explored her mouth. He chased her pleasure with his fingers. He liked all parts of sex with Persephone, but this pleased him because he could tell how much she wanted him, and all he could think was how she would feel when he slid his cock inside her—wet, warm, right.
He groaned as Persephone’s hands closed around his length and her touch sent a wave of pleasure rippling through him. Her strokes were slow, and when her thumb teased the tip, his whole body began to throb. He could not take it any longer. He had to be inside her.
He left her body, his fingers dripping with her arousal. He planted his hand on her thigh and broke their kiss.
Persephone glared, her eyes like fire, scorching every part of him. She reached for his hand again and brought it back to her center.
He smirked, eyes falling to her lips.
“Do you not trust me to bring you pleasure?”
“Eventually,” she said, her tone frustrated, but he liked the look on her.
“Oh, darling,” he said and guided her to her back. “How you challenge me.”
He moved her to her side so that her back was to him. It was an odd angle, but he wanted her like this because he would watch her writhe as he gave her pleasure. He loomed over her, holding her gaze as his hand glided over her body until he reached the apex of her thighs. There was something about watching the anticipation build within her body that made him feel powerful.
Only he could make her feel this way. Only he would touch her this way.
She widened for him, and he entered her again. Her head fell back, pressing into his arm, her mouth opened, releasing a pleasing moan, and he captured it with his mouth. He moved inside her and kissed her hard, unrelenting as he chased after her pleasure. Beneath him, she couldn’t catch her breath. It sounded stuck in her lungs as he built on her ecstasy, and when he tore from her mouth, he whispered near her ear in a fierce and claiming growl, “Is this pleasure?”
Because it pleased him.
He pulled out of her again, and her only answer was a guttural cry, but he did not need her to speak. He knew what he had brought on her. Beneath his gaze, she glowed, ethereal and so fucking beautiful. He needed her so badly it hurt.
He shifted closer, and she drew her legs apart so he could fit himself inside her. He felt as though he were ina different part of her, angled differently, gripping differently, and he thought that maybe Persephone felt the same by the way she moved.
“Is this pleasure?” he teased, his voice quiet and low. She shivered at the sound despite the heat radiating off her body. Together they had grown hot, their bodies slick. He moved inside her, slow at first and then faster and harder, liking the rush it gave him when his balls bounced off her ass.
Fuck, he would chase that.
He dug his fingers into her skin.
“Is this pleasure?” he asked between his teeth, because he felt it acutely and he needed to know she felt the same.
Persephone’s hand snaked behind his neck, and as her body jerked beneath his, she managed to speak.
“It is ecstasy.”
