I think she’s calling for me to stop. Calling my name. But I can’t hear her, not right now. I deposit her on her ass on the bed and set one knee between hers.
I make her look up at me, holding her head at what I’m sure is a painful angle, because I want to be sure she hears me.
“When I say jump, you fucking jump.”
“And when you say for me to spread my legs, I spread my legs?” she says through gritted teeth.
“Exactly.”
“You’re a monster. A fucking monster.”
“You agreed!”
“It doesn’t matter anyway, does it? You’ll take even if I don’t give!”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You think I would take that from you?”
She pauses, sucks in a choked breath. “You’re hurting me,” she finally says.
I look down at her and I see us. See me holding her. Overpowering her. She’s no match for my strength.
I let up a little, release her altogether.
“Christ.” I back away, give her space as I run a hand through my hair.
She’s right. I am a monster. But I’m not that kind of monster.
When I look at her again, I find her sitting on the very edge of the bed, wide eyes on me, arms covering her breasts. Her wrists are tucked between her tightly closed knees. I can hear her short breaths and watch her shudder with cold or fear or both.
Fuck.
I go to her and she leans away just a little. I look at her, brush her hair back from her shoulder. I don’t know what it is with her. No other woman has ever stirred such havoc inside me. Not a single one.
“I wouldn’t do that. Take that. Not unless you gave it.”
She just watches me.
I touch her hair and when she doesn’t squirm away, I take her face in my hands and kiss her. It’s our first real kiss. I’m starved for it and I can’t stop kissing her. My fingers tangle in her hair so when I finally draw back, she’s breathless like I’ve stolen the breath from her. Her eyes are so deep a violet they’re almost black and she’s so fucking beautiful.
I wipe a tear from her cheek, and she watches me closely as I crouch down, my hands on her knees.
“I want you, but I won’t take what you don’t give, do you understand? I won’t hurt you,” I tell her.
She’s silent.
“Do you believe me?” As I ask, I wonder if I believe me. Because I will hurt her, won’t I? Even if I’m telling the truth, I will end up hurting her.
She nods. I’m not sure if it’s because she believes me or if she’s trying to appease me.
“Hades knew he’d condemn her when he gave her the fruit,” I say. Did Persephone know she’d be damned if she ate it? That she’d be bound to him? Maybe that’s the important question. The one I don’t know the answer to. “Open your legs for me, Persephone.”
“Hayden—”
I shake my head. “Hades.” I hear myself, how I sound. My voice low, hoarse. “When it’s us, like this, you call me Hades.”
It’s who we are. Hades the monster. Persephone the innocent
The abduction of Persephone.
The rape?
No. Not that. Never that.
“Hades.” She tilts her head, studying me. I wonder what she sees.
She opens her legs just a little and I shift my gaze to look down at her little pink pussy, the pretty lips parted, and all I want right now is to kneel before her and look at her, smell her, touch her, taste her. I want to worship her.
I shift my gaze back to hers. “Wider.” My voice is raw at the scent and sight of her.
She obeys and I’m harder for it.
I think she’s the most beautiful thing in the world. Like this. Like she is right now. Naked and open for me.
I don’t speak. I have nothing to say. I just need this. Need her eyes on me. Her body beneath mine. Her heat around me.
She grips my shoulders when I pull her forward, opening her wider. Her nipples turn into hard points, every muscle taut, the pink lips of her pussy obediently open as if waiting just for me.
Persephone.
My Persephone.
I bow my head, inhaling her scent. “You’re beautiful.” I kiss her belly, kiss her breast, her mouth.
With her hands on me, she turns my face to hers. “I lied.”
I wait.
“You do scare me.”
I reach up, wipe a tear. I don’t know what to say. So instead, I guide her to lie on her back as I kneel between her open legs and push them up, bending her knees so I can see all of her.
I’m hard. So fucking hard. I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to bury my dick deep inside her and mark her, but I have to take care. I need to be careful with her.
I bring my mouth to her, lick her clit, circling it, sliding my tongue over the length of her to her asshole, circling that too.
“Hades,” she gasps.
“Persephone,” I reply, my voice hoarse. I come back to her clit, take it into my mouth.
“Oh, god.”
I grip her cheeks and pull them wide. I eat her pussy like it’s a meal, like I’m a condemned man and it’s my final meal. Maybe I am condemned. Maybe I always was with her because she tastes even better than I remember. Fuck, fuck me, because I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted her for so fucking long. Only her. Every other woman has been a poor substitute for her.
Sliding my thumb to her asshole, I suck her clit hard. I want her to come. I need her to come. Now. Right now. On my tongue.
“Hades!” Her hands are fists in my hair and her thighs lock around my head. When I push my thumb into that tight little hole, she comes so hard, she’s bucking with it. Her pussy is so wet, it’s dripping. I eat her up, devour her and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow in my pants.
When her body goes limp, I draw back, look at her. She blinks her sleepy eyes and watches me as I straighten, strip off the rest of my clothes and stand over her. I give her a minute to process what’s coming. Process how many inches she’ll take.
She draws back a little, panicked when she meets my eyes again.
“I don’t think I can—”
“Birth control,” I say.
“What?”
“Birth control. Are you protected?”
“What?” Her eyes are on my cock.
I lean down, cup her face. “Focus. Birth control. I don’t have a condom and I need to fuck you. Right now. Do I need to fuck your ass?”
“My…what?” She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. I…”
“That’s good.” I nudge her knees wide and place one of mine between them. I fist my cock. “Keep your legs spread wide. I want to see your wet little cunt.”
I smear precum with my thumb and wipe it across her mouth.
She licks her lips but I’m not sure it’s conscious. Seeing her do it makes me harder.
I rub the length of my dick through her wet folds, watching her face as I do, as I stimulate her still sensitive clit.
“You’re wet for me. That’s good. It’ll be easier for you,” I tell her, taking one leg and bending it backward, opening her wide and bringing my cock to her entrance.
“Hades, I…I’m not ready.”