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“I will punish you until you scream, until you come so hard around my cock, you are left in no doubt of my affection.”
“Make good on your promises, Lord Hades,”
“Trust me, my darling, leaving you is the hardest decision I make each day.”
“Oh, darling. You don’t need to extract an oath. Nothing will keep me from fucking you.”
“Talk,” he said. “I can multitask…or have you forgotten?”
“Darling, I would burn this world for you.”
“You are my favorite flavor,” he said. “I could drink from you all day.”
She felt him in her blood and bones and soul.
“Say my name,” Hades growled.
“Pray to me,” he commanded. “Beg me to make you come.” “Hades.” She was out of breath—her words barely formed. “Please.”
“Please what?” Thrust. “Make me come.”
“Speak another’s name in this bed again and know you have assigned their soul to Tartarus.”
“Exhibitionist?” “Hardly.” He leaned a little closer, and she felt his breath on her lips. “Do you really think I would let them see you? I am too selfish. Smoke and mirrors, Persephone.”
Lexa giggled. “You look awfully mortal, Hermes.” The god’s eyes darkened. “Careful, mortal. I’m not above turning you into a goat for my own enjoyment.” “Your enjoyment?” Lexa cackled. “That would be the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Excuse me!?!
“What do Divine points get me?” Lexa asked, as if she were seriously considering his offer. “A chance to be a goat,” he answered.
Oh lord have mercy
This will hurt Hades.
“Magic is balance—a little control, a little passion. It is the way of the world.”
“I love you. I should have reminded you when I brought you here and each day since,” Hades said. “Please forgive me.”
“Then how do we make up for hurt?” she asked. “With time,” he answered. “If we can be comfortable being angry with one another for a little while.”
Despite their shared anger, she’d wanted him—his heat, his violence, his love.
“Keep looking at me that way, darling. I won’t let you have control for long.”
Maybe she liked it so much because it felt like alchemy, measuring each ingredient to perfection, creating something that would bewitch the senses.
If you do not learn to love yourself, your powers will tear you apart.”
“Let me be perfectly clear. I do want to fuck you. More importantly, I love you—deeply, endlessly. If you walked away from me today, I would love you still. I will love you forever. That’s what Fate is, Persephone. Fuck threads and colors…and fuck your uncertainty.”
“You look like a fucking queen,”
“I am your queen.”
“Marry me,” he said. She smiled. “Yes.”
“Being inside you, the feel of you gripping my cock, the way you tighten around me just before you come.”
