“And what is so amusing?”
“You know we could just teleport to the Olympian.”
“I thought you wanted to live a mortal existence when in the Upperworld,” Hades countered.
“Perhaps I am only eager to begin our night together,” she said, looking at him through her lashes. The tension in the cabin thickened, and Hades’ eyes glittered.
“Why wait?” he asked.
She moved first, grabbing layers of her dress so she could straddle him.
“Who chose this dress?” Hades asked, pushing aside the mountain of tulle that bloomed between them.
“You don’t like it?” she pouted.
“I’d really rather have access to your body,” Hades said.
“Are you asking me to dress for sex?”
Hades smirked. “It will be our secret.”
They kissed, and Persephone’s hands drifted down Hades’ chest to the waistband of his slacks. She unbuttoned them and freed his sex, stroking him as her tongue explored his mouth.
He groaned, and Persephone’s lips left his to trail down his jaw and neck.
“I need you,” he growled. “Now.”
He was hard as a rock, and Persephone’s breath caught in her throat, anticipating how he would feel inside her. She lifted herself, guiding his cock to her entrance and sank onto him.
They groaned and rocked together
in the dark of the limo.
“You have ruined me,” Hades said. “This is all I ever think about.”
“Sex?” She laughed, holding him close, loving the feel of his breath on her skin as he spoke.
“You,” he said, his hands moved up, beneath her dress until he held her hips. “Being inside you, the feel of you gripping my cock, the way you tighten around me just before you come.”
She shivered. “You just described sex, Hades.”
“I described sex with you,” he said. “There is a difference.”
She melted against him, and their lips slammed together, tongues stroking. Pleasure rippled through her holding Hades as if she might fall apart, rising and falling on him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hades cursed as she moved, and the sounds of their lovemaking filled the small space.
Hades hips thrust upward, meeting her movements with furious speed. She gave a guttural cry, her fingers twisting into his hair.
“Come for me,” Persephone whispered.
“My darling,” Hades said, his fingers pressed into her skin hard and he came inside her in a gush of warmth.
Persephone collapsed against him, breathing hard, their skin slick with sweat. Her legs shook and she felt like she was floating.
He groaned.
“Fuck me,” he muttered. “I’m like a fucking teenager.”