A Touch of Ruin (Hades & Persephone 2)
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“Or perhaps you will change the rest of us.”
They stared at one another, bodies pressed together until Persephone sat up, straddling Hades. The god beneath her had one hand behind his head. He looked arrogant and she supposed he had reason to be—he had made her come over and over and he had been ruthless in his pursuit.
“Eager for more, my lady?” He asked, growing harder and thicker under her.
She smiled. That wasn’t why she had sat up. She’d had something to say and she wanted to say it now before she forgot, but at his question, she realized she was eager for more—eager to take control of his body, to use him as an instrument.
“Actually, I’m afraid I must make a few demands,” she said, and she slid onto his shaft, filling herself completely. She let out a breath, sore from their previous coupling. Hades hands went to her thighs, squeezing.
“Yes?” he said from between his teeth.
“I don’t want to be placed in a suite on the other side of the palace, ever,” she said, rolling her hips, feeling him everywhere. “Not to get ready for balls. Not when you are angry with me. Not ever.”
She punctuated each of her statements by slamming into him.
Hades fingers dug into her skin.
“I thought you would want privacy,” he said.
She paused in her movements and bent over him. His eyes burned into hers.
“Fuck privacy. I needed you, needed to know you still wanted me despite...everything.”
He drew his arm around her neck and brought her lips to his. She started to move again when Hades rolled, taking control, except that once she was beneath him, he didn’t move. She glared at him and lifted her hips, but he remained still.
“I will always want you, and I would have welcomed you to my bed any night.”
“I didn’t know,” she said.
He pressed a thumb to her swollen lips.
“Now you do.”
He gave her a bruising kiss, and they came together again, working through their anger and their pain until all they felt was their hearts beating together as one.
***
Persephone rose hours later in search of Hecate. She found the Goddess of Witchcraft in her cabin bundling sage.
“Good evening, my sweet. You look well.”
Persephone smiled. “I am well Hecate, thank you.”
“You are here to ask for a favor?”
Persephone twisted her fingers together.
“How did you know?”
Hecate smirked. “I don’t imagine you were eager to leave Hades’ company. Something brought you to my doorstep and it isn’t training.”
Persephone snorted and explained. “I need to speak to my mother, but under...controlled circumstances.”
“You wish to summon her so you can also dismiss her?”
Persephone nodded. “Can you help me?”
Hecate wrapped the last of the sage. When she was finished, she turned toward Persephone meeting her gaze.