Page 99 of The Catacomb King
The slickness from my own body was almost embarrassing. I wanted to press my knees back together.
Hades lowered himself to the towel between my knees. He stroked the curly hair between my thighs, brushing it reverently upward, like a curtain. It was somehow even more intimate than what he’d just done with my breasts.
I couldn’t breathe.
With his thumbs, gently, so gently, he opened my labia.
He hardly had to do anything. I could feel myself opening to him like a flower. Dripping.
“So pretty,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So fucking pretty.” His voice was almost broken. He breathed in the scent, let out a shuddering exhale, pressed his face into me and inhaled again. Deeper. A humiliating, cracked noise squeaked out of my throat. I wanted him so fucking bad. Wanted him any way, I didn’t care how. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, on every and any inch of me. I wanted him to stand up and strip his trousers off and show me his naked body. I wanted him to fuck me. To eat me alive the way I’d once thought he would.
He moved his head the scantiest inch and placed his lips against my clitoris.
He could not have kissed my mouth more chastely. But I cried out and bucked, suddenly on the verge of coming. I felt my clitoris pulsing against his closed lips, desperate for his tongue, for him to suck on me. “If you lick me I’ll come,” I whispered. “I’ll come right away. I won’t last a second.”
“Beg me,” Hades whispered back.
“Are you fucking —”
“Please, goddess. Beg me. Beg me the way I had to beg you to save my people.”
“Youbeg,” I bit out. But there was no heat in it. If he didn’t make me come right fucking now Iwouldbeg. I wouldn’t be able to help it.
Hades breathed on my clit. “Let me lick you,” he whispered into me, almost too soft to hear. “Let me drink you in. Let me touch the sweet, hot inside of your body, goddess. Please. Let me feel you come.”
I ground my hips up toward his mouth, spreading my legs.
He moved his mouth away, keeping it a millimeter from my clit. I knew he was smiling.
Fuck.
“Okay,” I panted. “Fuck you. Lick me. Please. Put your fingers in me. Suck on my clit, Hades, fuck. Please. Please. I want it. Please. Fuck me with your tongue, fuck me with your cock. I fucking want it. Want you. Fucking please, just make me come,please—”
Hades groaned. He wrapped his lips around my clitoris again. I could have sobbed in relief. But he didn’t use his tongue, not yet. Instead he moved his closed, hot lips against me and slid a finger deep inside me. I writhed, almost sobbing. Hades laughed against me — the sound vibrated and thrummed, and I cried out and jerked — before adding another finger, then a third. I gasped. “You’resofucking ready for me,” he murmured into my clit. “Nnngh. I can feel you throbbing.”
“I’ve beentellingyou I was ready for you.” I was crying out, almost insane. I was twisting my hips, thrusting them into the air, trying deliriously to get his tongue on me. His fingers slipped in and out of me, driving me out of my mind. They weren’tenough. I needed more, more.Fuck. “I ate that fuckingfruitbecause I wanted you to fuck me so bad —”
In half a second Hades had surged up, slid down his waistband, and pushed his cock into me.
My orgasm slammed into me like a cannonball.
It was like being electrocuted. Hades’s sweet fucking cock wasn’t even all the wayinsideme and still I was coming, the walls of my core flexing and shuddering around him while he groaned and fucked me, harder and harder. My spine arched like a bowstring. I screamed his name and he fucked me faster, babbling,Goddess, mütte, Persephone, Persephone. Even when the impact of my orgasm started to subside, my clit still throbbed against his pelvis. My body kept shuddering almost of its own accord. And still he was fucking me.
I felt like my brain had melted out of my ears. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even manage to be embarrassed.
Then Hades stilled. He hadn’t orgasmed yet. The effort it took him to stop was obviously enormous. I looked dazedly at his wide-open eyes, his open mouth, his strong body quivering and drenched in humidity and sweat. His pants were still fuckingon, for Monarch’s sake. So were my boots. Monarch’s balls.
I was flat on my back and he was over me, his stomach on mine like it had been under the avalanche.
He closed his eyes and started to move again.
My core, my clit, my breasts, all sparked. “Oh,” I breathed, even as my body started to move with him. It was like I was a magnet, fated to follow his movements, every cell of me in synchronicity with him. The second orgasm was building faster than I would have believed possible, rabid on the heels of the first. “Oh, Hades, no. It’s too much —”
“You want me to stop?” Hades panted.
I couldn’t even sayNo. The silky-smooth, thick, steel-hard length of him pumped into me, over and over, faster and faster,more erratic. “I — I’m going to come again,” I managed. I sucked the flesh of his shoulder, desperate for something to do with my mouth. He groaned. My hands found the small of his back and clutched him, dragging him deeper into me. “Harder.”
Hades moaned and pressed his forehead to my collarbone. “Come for me, baby,” he gasped out. “Again. Come on.” And then: “Gonna make you come on my tongue after this.”
