Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 94417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Her pupils have gone wide with darkness. She looks up at me, her lips parted, her breath coming fast and more shallow than it was before.
The tension is still strong. She’s still holding tight to the confidence she found while I was away.
But her desire is growing stronger. Or else that is my desire growing stronger. It is becoming impossible to tell the difference.
I choose the former for the sake of my sanity.
I put the pad of my middle finger between her breasts and draw it down over the naked flesh of her stomach. Her belly contracts slightly as I skim my fingertip over her belly button, and then—slowly—travel lower.
Persephone is the one who moves in first. She steps closer, one hand rising to the collar of my robe. She curls her fingers around it and holds on, and then—then—she inches her feet apart, spreading her thighs.
My cock aches and every muscle in my body tenses with the need for more.
I let my head lean forward and inhale the scent of her hair. Persephone is already in need. Her arousal evident from her flush and the manner in which she trembles before me.
Slowly, with a gentle touch, I explore her folds, finding her wet, welcoming opening and teasing just so. Persephone does not close her thighs. I circle that place, my cock growing hard and impatient.
Instead, I move my fingers back up through her sweetness and find her swollen clit.
Persephone’s lips part with a gasp when my fingers settle over that place, her thighs trembling around my hand in an effort to stay open for me. A few light circles is all it takes to have her panting and holding onto my collar with more force. The pull in the air between us grows stronger as Persephone gasps, and then—
Then there is magic in the air, as if it was always with her, but could not be found. Persephone cries out, her legs barely holding her upright. I tease her clit as she finds her pleasure, then slide my fingers back down and push them inside her to feel the flutters and clenches of her release.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Hades—” The sound of my name on her lips is divine.
She clenches down hard on my fingers, her orgasm heightened and extended.
I withdraw my fingers and find her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“Again,” I tell my queen.
For once, she does not disobey me. She rests against me, her lips parted and her clenched hands desperate for aid in keeping her upright. Her head falls back, and she loses herself to my touch.
PERSEPHONE
Hades must know what he has done to me.
It’s not only him, of course. It’s Silvie, who walked into my rooms unafraid of my status. She looked me in the eye and told me that I had not realized the freedom I had here.
Silvie’s words rang in my ears after she left, the ideas taking root like a precious seedling.
It grew surprisingly fast for the Underworld, almost as if my mind had been craving those words, and by the time Hades came back to his rooms the first night after I met Silvie, I felt anew. The crackling behind the obsidian didn’t startle me, it felt like it belonged, like the power that rippled through me.
I’ve spent too much time worrying about the state of my magic and trying to keep the fear of losing my place among the Gods and Goddesses I had grown up with to let it go all at once.
It was apparent to Hades. His honesty is as brutal as the punishments he delivers so effortlessly.
And yet, he still wanted me.
His touch felt new and tantalizing—not as if I was being forced to bear it, but as if I had invited him in, and he relished it. I will admit that I expected for him to lose more control than he did. I expected to be….ravished. Taken to the bed, at least. I wanted to know what it would feel like. I needed to experience what he has planned for me. And yet he only gave me a taste that sated a side of me that hungers for more even when limp and unable to cover my body when he was through with his tormenting.
Hades didn’t make a move for the bed until I could only draw breath to say enough, please, enough.
And then he’d helped me to dress for bed, and pulled the blanket over me, and let me fall asleep in peace and warmth. A privilege I once took for granted.
This does not mean I’ve gained my freedom. I haven’t gained the ability to go as I please, away from the Underworld and return to Olympus. But Silvie was right. I have far more freedom than I thought.
More control as well.
For example, Hades leaves each morning and goes somewhere else. The chains do not keep me confined to his rooms. As long as I do not break and run, they allow me to go where I please.