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“You are two things to gods,” she’d told Persephone when she was very young. “A power play or a plaything.” “Surely you are wrong, Mother. Gods love. There are several who are married.” Demeter had laughed. “Gods marry for power, my flower.”
It also carried a mix of scents—sweet florals, spice, and ash. That
was how Hades smelled too. She wanted to inhale it, but even shallow breaths hurt after her fall.
When Persephone woke, she was aware of two things: one, she was in a stranger’s bed;
and two,
she was naked. She bolted up, holding black silk she...
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“No, Lady Persephone. Trust me, when we fuck, you’ll remember.”
“Well, you would probably enjoy fucking me, but you definitely don’t like me.”
“Touch yourself. Here,” he said. He helped her circle the sensitive flesh he’d toyed with for so long before entering her.
“I might decide I want to fuck you with that crown on.” She smirked. “No one said anything about fucking, Lord Hades.”
“You want to fuck me with this crown. I want to fuck a god.”
“I almost preferred your questions about my sex life,” she muttered.
Hades reached between them, squeezing her breasts and gripping her thighs, then rose into a sitting position, taking her nipples into his mouth. The sensation drew a guttural sound from Persephone, and she squeezed Hades to her, moving harder and faster. “Yes,” Hades said between his teeth and then commanded, “Use me. Harder. Faster.” It was the only command she ever wanted to obey.
