After, they walked along the beach. It was strange seeing Hades in such a bright place dressed down in nothing, but a cloth wrapped around his waist. His skin was burnished beneath the sun, turning into a golden bronze. She couldn’t look away.
“Why are you staring?” he asked.
“Does it upset you?” she asked, frowning.
“No,” he said, matter of fact. “It makes me want to fuck.”
She grinned.
When they reached the shore, she ran into the ocean squealing with delight as the water rushed upon her, soaking the bottom of her white dress. She turned to find Hades wading toward her.
“How long has it been?” she asked Hades. “Since you have visited the ocean?”
“For fun?” he asked. “I hardly know.”
“Then we will make this memorable,” she said, hoisting herself up his body, fingers digging into his broad, muscled shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock settled against her, and her teeth grazed his bottom lip.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Their mouths and bodies fused together. Her blood pounded, scattering her thoughts. Their hands skated across each other’s skin, enjoying the feel of one another. When Hades fingers tightened on her bottom, grinding into her with a desperate ferocity she wanted to match, they broke from one another, lips throbbing.
“I want to show you something,” he said.
She raised a brow, her lust dwarfing any other thoughts. “Is it your cock?”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, my darling. I’ll give you what you want but not here.”
They left the water and Hades guided her down the beach toward a grove of tropical plants and trees. Beyond them was a path that became rocky as it neared an open cave. Just inside, was a set of steps that spiraled down into a grotto. The water was the color of hundreds of shimmering sapphires. Above them, the roof had collapsed, allowing for a stream of warm sunlight to filter in, hitting the water. Lush greenery grew within the walls of the cave, spilling down over the roughened surface.
Persephone stared, awed by how beautiful it was.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“It is beautiful.”
Hades grinned and started down another set of steps that led to the water. He shed the covering at his waist and stood naked, turning to face her. As she approached him, Hades stepped off the edge, sinking into the deep pool. She watched him surface some distance from the shore.
His eyes glistened, dark and reverent.
“Will you join me?”
She pulled the thin dress over her head, discarding it beside her as she dove into the water. Hades caught her around the waist, pressing his lips to hers as they surfaced. Floating in the grotto, he made love to her mouth as she reached between them, guiding his cock between her legs so she could feel him there. Her breath caught as his lips left her mouth, trailing her jaw.
“I will build temples in honor of our love and I will worship you until the end of the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you,” he drew away to look at her, eyes like shimmering stars. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” she said, tightening her hold around him. “I will give you everything you ever wanted, even things you thought you would live without.”
Their mouths collided again, and Hades gripped her, guiding them backward toward a dip in the rock wall where a trickling waterfall kept a larger cave obscured. He lifted her from the water and walked into her, guiding her against the wall of the cavern. One arm stretched up, the other found purchase beside her head. She held his smoldering gaze.
“There is something dark that lives inside me,” he said. “You have seen it. You recognize it now, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“It wants you in ways that would scare you.”
Was he telling this to scare her? Because it had the opposite effect, sending a thrilled shiver down her spine.
“Tell me.”
“That part of me wants you praying for my cock. Writhing beneath me as I pound into you. Begging for my come to fill you.”
Persephone kept her hands pressed into the wall, her nails scraping at the rock behind her. She stared up at him through her lashes, feeling both shy and daring.
“How do you prefer to receive prayer, my lord?”
“On your knees,” he said.
She watched him as she knelt, level with his erection. Hades gathered her hair into one hand, twining it around his fists until her scalp pricked with pain.
“Suck me,” he ordered, and she obeyed.
Taking him into her mouth, lavishing his crown with her tongue, sucking the tip until she tasted his come. Hades groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes, but she continued, wanting to play with the darkness surfacing in the bite of his hold. When he started to thrust into her mouth, all she could do was receive, a vessel for his pleasure. Both his hands cupped her head, his muscles bulged, his breath ragged. She thought he would come, but he withdrew suddenly, dragging her to her feet roughly, molding his mouth to hers. She widened her stance as he guided his cock between her legs, teasing her opening, slick with need for him.
“Hades—” Her voice came out strangled—a plea he answered by gripping her hips and slamming into her. While he leveraged her against the wall, another hand came to rest upon her neck, his face pressed against her own as he moved. Each thrust drew a desperate moan from her throat, her fingers bit into his shoulders, scraping down his skin. Hades’ mouth returned to hers, tongue tasting, teeth scraping. He kissed and moved with a ferocity she hadn’t felt before and it drew filthy words and sounds from her mouth she’d never said or heard before.
“I want to feel your release,” she said, arching her back, her shoulder blades cutting into the rock. “I want your come inside me,” her breath caught in her throat.
“I want to feel it drip down my thighs,” her heels dug into his ass.
“I want to be so full of you, I only taste you for days,” her mouth closed over his earlobe and she sucked hard.
As she spoke, Hades continued to thrust, his mouth moved to her neck where he sucked her skin and bit her hard. She cried out at the sweet sting, as the vibration of her first orgasm began to rock through her—it continued, not peaking, just lasted on and on until her whole body shook, and when Hades groaned, offering a feral growl, she felt the heat of his release inside her.
They stayed plastered against one another for a while, until Hades peeled himself away and lifted her into his arms, teleporting to the bedroom where he laid her down upon the bed. She expected him to stretch out beside her, but instead, he knelt between her legs and kissed up her thighs until his mouth covered her clit, his tongue sweetly devouring her swollen skin.
“Hades,” she whispered his name again and again. Her hands dove into his hair and then fell into the sheets beneath her, twisting as another climax tore through her, and when she came down from the high, Hades finally rested beside her.
Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.
Later she woke, finding Hades asleep beside her. He lay on his stomach, his fingers threaded through hers. He looked peaceful, the tendrils of darkness that had clung to him hours earlier, banished by slumber. She watched him for a while and then disentangled herself from his grasp, pulling on a robe, and slipping outside. She leaned against the balcony rail, watching the night. It was peaceful here, untouched by her mother’s destruction.