Spring's Descent : A Sinful Seasons Novel

by C.L. Briar

No matter. She would be mine one way or another. And if she was fucking around with this guy, someone who wouldn’t know where a clit was if it had an arrow pointing to it—Well, I’d enjoy showing her what it meant to be fucked by a god.

“I’ll keep you safe,” I promised, slowly extending a hand. “Do you trust me?” Because, for some reason, I trusted her. I knew without a doubt that she was the rightful Queen of The Underworld. It felt like lost fragments of my twisted soul had been returned. Like everything was as it should be.

“There’s nowhere in this world or any other you can go that I won’t follow.”

“I plan on fucking you into oblivion, little witch. Over and over until you can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins. Until you understand that all of you—your mind, body, and your beautiful fucking soul—belong to me.”

“I have every intention of finishing what we started, Persephone. When I fuck you, I plan on taking my time. I want to watch you come apart as I bury myself in you. I plan on tasting every moan out of your lips as you bounce on my cock, watching you take every inch I give you like the good girl you are.”

“You will be my queen, Persephone. My savior. Even if our realms fall and the gods curse us, I won’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.”

“This wasn’t some corner of hell, Hades. This was in Elysian. In paradise⁠—” “And I would watch it burn a thousand times over to know you were safe.”

“Give me your anger, little witch. Glare at me with hatred and fury, with infinite loathing. I’ll take it all, every scowl. Every curse. So long as you live.”

“The world above may burn. The realms could splinter and fall, and still my soul would find yours. In each life. In every rebirth. Until the end of time, I will love you.”

“I give myself to you, Persephone.” Gently, I removed the crown of pins from her head, setting them aside for what was to come. The air became charged, buzzing with power. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling our magic reach for one another. “All that I once was, I yield to you.” My lips brushed her cheeks, my nose grazing her own as I hovered over her lips. “All that I will be is yours. From now, until the end of time, we will be as one.” The heat of her breath washed over me as she uttered her promises back, each word adding to the mounting charge in the air. “I give myself to you, Hades. All that I once was, I yield to you. All that I will be is yours.”

There would only ever be my Persephone from now until the end of time. My goddess. My queen. My wife.