what you promised me.”
His lips quirked, and he stepped closer, his fingertip trailing along her collarbone. The roughened pad sent shivers along her limbs, but she forced herself to stand still and hold his gaze.
“I don’t recall promising you anything.”
“Didn’t you?” Uncertainty pricked her when he didn’t respond. Had she misread his desire for her? She swallowed thickly, her pride and unfulfilled longing sitting heavily in her stomach. “My mistake.”
Turning stiffly, she walked towards the arched doorway of his chamber but stopped as her cloak snagged on something. She glanced behind her. It wasn’t a snag at all but Hades with a handful of fabric in his grasp. Gently, he reeled her backward until his chest pressed against her back. The warmth of his body seeped through her rain-dampened cloak as his hands skimmed up her arms and over her shoulders. His fingers circled her neck and caressed the flesh as he leaned forward, his lips skimming the outer shell of her ear.
“Unless you mean the promises I’ve whispered to you while you’ve slept.”
Persephone turned to look at him, his hands still loosely around her neck. A tremor of unease skated along her spine at his admission. Maybe her mother had been right. These needs she had weren’t natural. Instead, they were the byproduct of insidious messages by the Lord of the Underworld. But as she stood there, his long fingers stroking her neck, she realized she didn’t care. She was empty and craving something more than harvesting fruit and tending the fields.
Heedless of the consequences, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his bare chest, inhaling his warm, spicy scent.
Chapter Two
At the touch of Persephone’s tongue on his flesh, Hades’ fingers convulsed on her. His breath hissed through clenched teeth as she trailed her mouth over his chest to tease his tight nipple. Splaying his fingers through her hair, he cupped the back of her head as she nibbled at the tiny bud, his breath catching at the pleasure of her mouth on his skin. The velvet touch of her tongue mingled with the warmth of her lips, and sensation sang through him. He’d waited so long for her to come to him. In fact, he’d feared she never would.
She sank her teeth into his pectoral muscle, and he dragged in a harsh breath. His hand tightened in her hair, and he yanked, tilting her head back until she met his hungry gaze. Her eyes were wide and dark as she stared up at him, her lips slightly damp and parted. Without a word, he leaned forward and captured her lips, claiming her mouth. The kiss was rough, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to welcome it, opening beneath the pressure of his lips and tongue. Moving closer, she pressed her soft, pliant curves against his body, groaning as he tightened his grip in her hair. The autumn-colored strands caressed his skin like a heavy fall of windswept silk.
Her mouth reminded him of the sweetest fruit as he delved inside, stroking and tasting. He caught her tiny sounds of pleasure as she responded, tentatively at first, then growing bolder. His cock hardened further with each needy whimper.
He nipped at her kiss-swollen lower lip before raising his head. “Is this the promise I made?”
With one hand still tangled in her hair, he found the clasp of her cloak and unfastened it, letting the heavy, wet fabric fall from her shoulders to puddle at her feet. A shiver worked though her as his free hand slid from her throat to her waist, dragging her closer.
Forcing himself to remain still, he barely managed to keep from thrusting his eager cock against the sweet softness of her mound. Now that he finally had her in his arms, the last thing he wanted was to frighten her away.
She covered his hand with her own much smaller one and surprising him, dragged their fingers upward, until they covered her breast. Her nipple hardened immediately against his palm.
“So responsive,” he breathed
His lips quirked, and he stepped closer, his fingertip trailing along her collarbone. The roughened pad sent shivers along her limbs, but she forced herself to stand still and hold his gaze.
“I don’t recall promising you anything.”
“Didn’t you?” Uncertainty pricked her when he didn’t respond. Had she misread his desire for her? She swallowed thickly, her pride and unfulfilled longing sitting heavily in her stomach. “My mistake.”
Turning stiffly, she walked towards the arched doorway of his chamber but stopped as her cloak snagged on something. She glanced behind her. It wasn’t a snag at all but Hades with a handful of fabric in his grasp. Gently, he reeled her backward until his chest pressed against her back. The warmth of his body seeped through her rain-dampened cloak as his hands skimmed up her arms and over her shoulders. His fingers circled her neck and caressed the flesh as he leaned forward, his lips skimming the outer shell of her ear.
“Unless you mean the promises I’ve whispered to you while you’ve slept.”
Persephone turned to look at him, his hands still loosely around her neck. A tremor of unease skated along her spine at his admission. Maybe her mother had been right. These needs she had weren’t natural. Instead, they were the byproduct of insidious messages by the Lord of the Underworld. But as she stood there, his long fingers stroking her neck, she realized she didn’t care. She was empty and craving something more than harvesting fruit and tending the fields.
Heedless of the consequences, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his bare chest, inhaling his warm, spicy scent.
Chapter Two
At the touch of Persephone’s tongue on his flesh, Hades’ fingers convulsed on her. His breath hissed through clenched teeth as she trailed her mouth over his chest to tease his tight nipple. Splaying his fingers through her hair, he cupped the back of her head as she nibbled at the tiny bud, his breath catching at the pleasure of her mouth on his skin. The velvet touch of her tongue mingled with the warmth of her lips, and sensation sang through him. He’d waited so long for her to come to him. In fact, he’d feared she never would.
She sank her teeth into his pectoral muscle, and he dragged in a harsh breath. His hand tightened in her hair, and he yanked, tilting her head back until she met his hungry gaze. Her eyes were wide and dark as she stared up at him, her lips slightly damp and parted. Without a word, he leaned forward and captured her lips, claiming her mouth. The kiss was rough, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to welcome it, opening beneath the pressure of his lips and tongue. Moving closer, she pressed her soft, pliant curves against his body, groaning as he tightened his grip in her hair. The autumn-colored strands caressed his skin like a heavy fall of windswept silk.
Her mouth reminded him of the sweetest fruit as he delved inside, stroking and tasting. He caught her tiny sounds of pleasure as she responded, tentatively at first, then growing bolder. His cock hardened further with each needy whimper.
He nipped at her kiss-swollen lower lip before raising his head. “Is this the promise I made?”
With one hand still tangled in her hair, he found the clasp of her cloak and unfastened it, letting the heavy, wet fabric fall from her shoulders to puddle at her feet. A shiver worked though her as his free hand slid from her throat to her waist, dragging her closer.
Forcing himself to remain still, he barely managed to keep from thrusting his eager cock against the sweet softness of her mound. Now that he finally had her in his arms, the last thing he wanted was to frighten her away.
She covered his hand with her own much smaller one and surprising him, dragged their fingers upward, until they covered her breast. Her nipple hardened immediately against his palm.
“So responsive,” he breathed
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