Spring's Descent : A Sinful Seasons Novel

by C.L. Briar

We were supposed to be chaste, docile things whose only care in the world was ensuring our magic lines continued. Sex was for reproduction purposes only, not something to find pleasure in. At least not for women.

The time for hiding was over. Soon, I’d have my little witch in my arms. I hoped she begged. My cock twitched at the idea of her on her knees before me, pleading for a mercy that wouldn’t come.

“You’re safe, little witch.”

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.

“It is taking all my will to keep my power in check,” he said as unabashed desire burned in his gaze. I felt like I was a doe being sized up by a ravenous wolf, and for some gods forsaken reason, I liked it. “A demon like me enjoys the chase. And you’re not ready for what happens when I catch you.”

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

Persephone’s body was incredible. Fucking perfect. But nothing compared to the way her fists clenched or the fight in her eyes that suggested she’d rather skin me alive than accept my help. “We’re at an in-between of sorts.”

“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.”

If this was what sinning got me, if this was the hell others warned of, I would gladly burn for eternity.

“You’ve always been powerful, Persephone. The fates have deemed it so. You’re the promised one meant to save our worlds. A child of earth. The bringer of life. You are Persephone, The Destroyer. You were always meant to be feared.”

Aidoneus had the filthiest mouth. And gods did I love it. He said things that made me feel desired to the point that I could almost believe he cared.

Persephone was captivating. The way she made me feel alive was intoxicating. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted another. More than I had wanted anything. But most of all, I was desperate for her to see me.

“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.”

“Let me worship you forever.”

“I’m the only god you'll ever need, Persephone.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg.”

“Now, be a good girl and come for me.”

“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 love you,”

“Until the end of time.”

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