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He took pride in maintaining balance within their relationship, never wishing to be too domineering, but right now, he wanted that.

He wanted to command her and watch her obey.

“There is something dark that lives inside me. You have seen it. You recognize it now, don’t you?”

She held his gaze as she nodded.

“It wants you in ways that would scare you.”

He wanted so many things—to blindfold her, to bind her. He wanted her submission.

“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.”

Her eyes were so dark, they were ringed only with a thin circle of green.

“How do you prefer to receive prayer, my lord?”

His head rushed and he almost forgot to answer, so distracted by the way she looked and the words she’d spoken, so willing to please.

“On your knees.”

She lowered to one, then the other slowly, and when her face was level with his cock, he gathered her hair into his hands.

“Suck me,” he said.

Her breath was already warm on his cock, filling him with a heightened sense of anticipation. Even though he was expecting it, he still took a steady breath when she licked him. She was careful as she worked, her kisses numerous, her tongue teasing. When her mouth closed over the tip, she sucked him gently, and he groaned as his cock spasmed against her tongue. She was warm and wet, and now and then, she looked up at him as if to gauge how he was receiving her.

Fuck.

It was the most relaxed he’d ever felt, even though his body was completely on edge, his muscles continuing to tighten, building toward release.

She took him deeper and faster, and his grip on her hair tightened.

Then she opened her mouth wider and took him to the back of her throat, and if he hadn’t been balls deep in her, it would have brought him to his knees.

She was all over him—the crown of his cock in her throat, his shaft in her mouth, the root in her hand.

It was everything. It was exquisite. He wanted to come but he also wanted to fuck her.

He took her face into his hands and pulled her from his cock, hauling her to her feet. He took her mouth in a possessive kiss while she jerked him in her hand and guided him to between her legs.

“Hades—”

He lifted her, slamming against the wall far more roughly than he intended. She didn’t seem to care or even notice as his flesh parted hers and a strangled cry left her open mouth. He groaned, his chest feeling tight, the tension in his body climbing with each thrust.

“I want to feel your release,” Persephone said, her fingers biting into his shoulders, her hips grinding into his. “I want your come inside me.”

Perspiration broke out across his skin the faster and harder he moved, spurred by her words.

“I want to feel it drip down my thighs,” she moaned, legs tightening around him as she neared release. “I want to be so full of you, I only taste you for days.”

She grew rigid and her muscles clamped down around him as she came. It seemed to last forever, her body unable to stop shuddering. He ploughed through, pumping into her hard, chasing her orgasm with his own. His balls tightened, and the pressure in the base of his cock surged to the tip, and when he came, it felt just as explosive as her own.

His legs shook as he held her supple body, but he peeled them away from the wall and teleported, returning to the bedroom, where he knelt between her legs and took her against his mouth. She was swollen, still hot, and completely drenched with their mixed come, but he knew he could bring her release again, and when he found that sweet spot—the one where her fingers dug into his scalp, where her legs squeezed him, where her hips arched harder into his face—he held on and took her over the edge.

After, he lay beside her, and it was the first time in a long while that he fell asleep.