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A Touch of Ruin (Hades & Persephone 2)

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She yelped, more from fear than pain. Hades opened his eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed, sitting up lightning-fast, he lessened his hold on her wrist, and drew her to him. “Did I hurt you?”

She would have answered, but he was pressing kisses to her skin, and each one sent a shock through her body.

“Persephone?” he stared up at her, a myriad of emotions clouding his eyes. It was almost like he was despondent; his breath shallow and his brows drawn together.

She smiled, brushing a piece of hair from his face. “I’m fine, Hades. You only scared me.”

He kissed her palm and held her tight against him as he laid down.

“I did not think you would come to me tonight.”

She rested her head on his chest. He was warm and solid and right.

“I can’t sleep without you,” she admitted, feeling completely ridiculous, but it was true.

Hades palms soothed, running up and down her back. Now and then he paused, to squeeze her bottom. She wiggled against him, his erection growing harder between them.

“That is because I keep you up so late.”

She sat up, straddling him, and laced her fingers through his.

“Not everything is about sex, Hades.”

“No one said anything about sex, Persephone,” he pointed out.

She raised a brow and rolled her hips. “I don’t need words to know you’re thinking about sex.”

He chuckled, and his hands moved to her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat, and her fingers curled around his wrists like shackles.

“I want to talk, Hades.”

He arched a perfect brow. “Talk,” he said. “I can multitask...or have you forgotten?”

He rose into a sitting position and captured a nipple between his teeth, teasing her through her shirt. She wanted to give in and let him explore. Her hands—traitorous hands—slide around his neck and tangled into his hair. He smelled like warm spice and she could practically taste his tongue, flavored with whiskey.

“I don’t think you can multitask this time,” she said. “I know that look.”

Hades pulled away long enough to ask, “What look?”

She took his head between her hands. She thought to keep him from distracting her with his mouth, but his hands were moving under her shirt, over her skin, making her shiver.

“That look,” she said, as if it explained everything. “The one you have now. Your eyes are dark but there’s something...alive behind them. Sometimes I think it’s passion, sometimes I think it’s violence. Sometimes I think it’s all of your lifetimes.”

His eyes glittered and his hands fell to her thighs.

“Hades,” she hissed his name, and he covered her mouth with his, shifting so that she was beneath him. His tongue slipped into her mouth. She’d been right about how he would taste, smokey and sweet. She wanted more and twined her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. His lips left hers to explore the contours of her neck and breasts.

Persephone tightened her hold around his waist to keep him from shifting lower.

“Hades,” she breathed. “I said I wanted to talk.”

“Talk,” he said again.

“About Apollo,” she breathed.

Hades froze and he growled—it was an unnatural sound, and it sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled away completely, no longer touching her.



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