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She grimaced at him, at his close proximity and the intimacy between them.
Hades disgusted her. It did not matter that there had been a moment while they sat before the dead. It changed nothing. He murdered Pelops in front of her, tricked her into marrying him and—
He had wanted to marry her, practically forced her to go through with it.
She was the answer to breaking him. Hades enjoyed his duties as King of the Underworld, relished in the feeling of torturing and shattering the souls that crossed his threshold, so she would do it better than him; he wants her, so she’ll let him believe he has her.
She will play the game. Let him think she is falling in love with him as he falls in love with her. All to crush his unsuspecting, black heart.
Persephone stopped pushing him away.
“You were done,” he said, dragging his nose across hers. “Two abhorrent souls is plenty.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, then the other, slowly drawing them out before pulling her back to her feet again.
Stepping away from him, she said, “You do not get to decide that.”
“Oh, I do.”
She started to argue, wanting to ground out a vicious reply, but his eyes stopped her. Soft and lighter than before, half-closed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Cupping her face, he said, “Didn’t you feel it, too?”
“Feel what?” She breathed out, the words falling from her lips. He was so close her head spun, the only air she could breath shrouded in that burning mint scent that filled the room when he entered. Falling forward, she grasped his arm for balance.
Hades closed the small space between their bodies, warmth radiating off him. His hands came up to touch her shoulders, and he pushed her backward.
Flailing her arms, trying to grab onto him again, she braced herself for the impact of the hard ground rising behind her.
It was soft where she landed. Sinking into a mountain of blankets Hades threw her into with a quiet yelp of surprise, the blankets absorbing the sound as it left her lips. Walls of thick, soft fabric rose around her, blocking the room from sight.
Hades plopped down beside her, disrupting the serene cave of blankets as he dug through them toward her.
Laughter bubbled up and out of her, uncontrollable, hiccuping laughter as he wrestled with the pile of blankets. His hands lashed out beside her from under one, and she screamed, his hands grabbing her and pulling her roughly against him. Rolling so she was atop him.
“Why all the blankets? This has to be every blanket in the entire palace.”
“I did not want you to get cold when I ripped this,” he said, his voice muffled against her neck; holding her tighter against him as he unpinned the shoulders of her blackchiton, throwing them over her head, they clinked distantly on the stone floor, “off your body,” he finished saying in between kisses he planted down her neck and across the base of her throat. Down her chest as the cloth fell against him, a thin barrier between their bodies.
Persephone squirmed at his touch, his lips hot and wet on her skin. As soon as she did, Hades spun them, pinning her to the bed.
“Stop squirming,” he ordered, quiet and commanding. Pressing her into the blankets with his body, he cupped her face in both hands, kissing her hard.
She matched his ferocity, dragging her fingers through his hair, tugging at the curls.
In one fluid motion he pulled away and out of the blankets, taking her clothing with him. She started to sit up, pushing up on her elbows, frantically wondering what she had done wrong, when he jumped back onto her. His bare skin hot against hers.
Pressing her lips to his ear, she said, “And you were worried I would be cold.” She dragged her hands down his arms, feeling the muscles contort beneath the skin as he touched her, his fingers digging into her sides and ass.
The pressure of his body weighing down on hers tightened her core. Burning for him to be closer, she reached between them, their bodies already sticky with sweat where they connected, and dragged her nails down his body to grab his cock.
Hades sucked in a breath, his lips pausing as she touched him. She smiled against his mouth, at the way she could make him freeze up if only for a second, with just one hand.
She dragged her fingers gently up and down the shaft, relishing in the light twitches that wracked through his body at her touch. Using her nails brought deep growls from his chest, and he bit her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood.
“Ouch,” she cried out. He mumbled an apology, lightly kissing her bottom lip and pulling away from her, face scrunched in concern. “I’m okay,” she said quickly, grabbing his face and kissing him again, not wanting their lips to be apart any longer.
It must have renewed his need for her because his lips were more vigorous, full of want and need, keeping his teeth to himself.
Now they were both reaching in between their bodies. Hades rubbing her while she tightened her grip on him. She pumped harder until his breaths came out ragged and hot on her skin, then abruptly stopped and moved down to palm him. A finger gently slipped along her lips and inside her, his thumb still circling her clitoris.
