Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Chapter 23
Persephone
His body is utterly perfect — dips and peaks of smooth, solid muscle. Dark hair smatters his pectorals, and I allow my fingers to tease their way over each and every curve. He’s handsome; the darkness that seems to shroud him is nothing but beauty to my eyes.
I’ve never seen anything like him. He’s otherworldly, and the moment he enters me, it’s as if I’m finally free. He opens me, taunts me, spreads me, and I can’t help but cry out as pleasure takes hold of me. His hands tease me, yet their path over my breasts, down my stomach, and to my core turns my body inside out.
“That’s it, my queen,” he coos, whispering sweet nothings but also filthy promises in my ear. “I’ll fuck you so hard, so deep, I’ll engrave my cock inside your body, and no other man would dare to touch you.” The violence of his words sends me roaring over the edge, and I soar into the darkness as my orgasm grips me in a feral hold, not letting go.
He stills for a moment, and my eyes land on his. They’re black as he watches me, but the smile on his face is angelic. A dark angel from the depths of the Underworld has taken me and shown me heaven.
“You’re beautiful, perfect, mine,” he tells me without a hint of doubt. His hips start moving again, and I know soon enough, I’ll find another release. “I want to fill you with seed. I want you to bear my child.”
“I . . .” I’ve never thought about children. Yes, I’ve dreamt of a wedding, being with a husband, but I’d never had an inkling to have a baby in my arms. To raise it and teach it. I still feel like a child.
“When you’re ready,” Hades tells me, and he rolls his hips, hitting a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. “Your pretty pussy was made for me,” he tells me in awe. “It fits perfectly around my cock. Just like I knew it would.”
He moves back and slams back in. His body fucking me deeper and harder now. Making love has happened; it’s time for the pleasure to reach him, to take us both into orbit as we find our releases together as man and wife.
My nails pierce his flesh as his fingers torture my clit, circling the nub harder and quicker, causing my toes to curl into the mattress as he takes my body and toys with it as if I were merely a puppet. He doesn’t stop when I cry out. He doesn’t relent when I draw blood from his flesh.
He growls in euphoria. His body spasming above me as he empties his seed deep in my womb, and I wonder if tonight is the night he gives me a baby. When Hades opens his eyes again, there’s an animalistic grin on his features.
Just when I think it’s over, he rises, pulling me with him, and spins me around until I’m on all fours. I glance over my shoulder, his hands gripping the cheeks of my ass and opening me to his darkened stare.
“I want this,” he tells me. With his thumb circling my ass, he taunts me with pushing the tip into me, and I can’t help but tense. “Calm down. It’s only going to hurt more if you’re nervous.”
“I’m . . . I’m not sure if I can do that,” I tell him. A shiver trickles through me. Awareness that he’s going to want to put his cock inside there makes every nerve in my body turn electric. He spits down on me, circling the ring of muscle with his thumb and the wetness from his saliva.
“It’s so beautiful,” he says. “It will open for me. Every hole of your body is mine now, Persephone.” He leans forward, the tip of his still-wet cock against my pussy. I watch over my shoulder how he grips himself and strokes his cock over the slickness of his seed that’s dripping from me.
Once he’s happy with his plan, he moves to my ass and nudges me with the blunt head of his shaft. The pain that skitters down my spine is excruciating, but I don’t scream. I allow him to push farther inside, and I feel myself open. The burning sting is too much for me to take. Pulling the sheets to my mouth, I scream into them. The sound is muffled, but I know he’s listening to me. Perhaps he even likes it.
His hips move slowly as he enters me. The thickness of him splitting me in two, and I wonder how much longer I can deal with this. Seconds later, he stills all movement, and I chance a look over my shoulder. His head is tipped back in ecstasy, and his eyes are closed.