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into her lower lip as she tried to hold back her cries. His cock jerked at each agonized whimper.
    The callused pads of his fingertips caught slightly as he slid them through her tender channel. Her muscles tightened, and her body tensed. She was so close.
    Without warning, he drew her clit between his lips and sucked hard. His name fell from her lips like a prayer as she strained against him. Her release pitched and swelled, washing over her as the prayer became an agonized cry resonating throughout the cavern.
    He wanted to push her over the edge again and again. More than that, he wanted to catch her every time she fell.
    Trembling, she urged him forward, clutching at his shoulders, seemingly desperate to have him fill her. Her eyes were dark and wild as she tugged at him. He understood. He wanted inside her just as badly. He’d had more women than he could remember, but none of them had him feeling as much like an untried youth as Persephone did.
    Grabbing another pomegranate seed, he again offered it to her, teasing her passion-swollen lips. “Be my queen.” The words tumbled from his mouth—half plea, half demand.
    The wildness faded slightly from her eyes, and she slowly shook her head, swallowing thickly. “I can’t.”
    Disappointment flared brightly to life within him, but he tamped it down. Instead, he dragged the plump aril through the valley of her breasts until the membrane surrounding the seed finally burst, leaking the tartly sweet juice over her pale skin. Lowering his head, he lapped it up, drinking the nectar directly from her flesh.
    Reaching for the bowl, he took a handful of the seeds and crushed them, squeezing so the juice ran in crimson rivulets over her breasts and belly. Her nipples beaded tightly, trembling garnet-colored drops of liquid clinging to the tips before running in staining tears over her soft curves.
    He nuzzled the sensitive underside of her breast, tenderly cleaning the juice from her skin. Sighing, she threaded her fingers through his hair as he made his way to her other breast then down the gentle slope of her stomach. By the time he reached her navel, she was lifting her hips, urging him to take her with his mouth again.
    He smiled against her skin. He’d definitely be doing that. But not now. Instead, he stripped off the remainder of his clothing and stood naked before her. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fixed on his cock. Her gaze flew to his face then back to his erection again. Pushing up on her elbows, she motioned him closer. Holding her gaze, he knelt on the bed between her spread legs, not missing the widening of her eyes as he drew nearer.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Persephone swallowed nervously. Thick and fully erect, Hades’ cock curved upward towards his stomach leaving a damp trail across the taut muscle. A fresh rush of cream flooded her cunt as he dropped to hands and knees and prowled toward her, caging her with his body. Heady danger mixed with the inexplicable sensation of security. No matter what happened, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She was safe in his arms.
    His heavy cock brushed over her clit, and she shivered at the haphazard caress. She lifted her hips, pressing her damp folds to his heated shaft and rubbing herself against him. Her slick heat coated his hard, satiny length. His eyes closed, and he tilted his head back, almost as if he were praying for strength. She did it again, loving the way his breath hissed through his clenched teeth. Each second of contact made her want more.
    “Please,” she whispered, stroking her hands over his wide shoulders and over his back.
    His hips jerked as if responding to her plea, but he stopped and held her gaze. When she lifted her hips again, his eyes closed and he pushed forward. Hades entered her slightly before pulling back. It was obvious he was taking great care with her, but she didn’t want care. She wanted him.
    When he slid forward again, she raised her hips, meeting