Page 98 of The Catacomb King
Hades’s hands slid further up my thighs. I wanted him to keep moving up, up, up. I wanted it more desperately, more acutely, than I’d ever wanted anything. His soaked body on mine was perfect. I broke from his lips and breathed, shuddering, half a millimeter from his perfect face. His eyes were half-closed. His lips were parted. He kneaded his fingers into the muscle of my ass and tipped his head back. He breathed, “Say it again, goddess. Say you want to stay.”
“I want to stay,” I repeated, hopelessly. I would have said anything to make him keep touching me. I kissed him again while he worked my ass, my thighs. The core between my legs was throbbing. I ground against his hard torso, humiliatingly, truly unable to help myself, but Hades only groaned and licked the inside of my mouth. I gripped his biceps and shoulders like I was hanging on for dear life.Gods, he was so fuckingstrong.
We had landed against the back wall of the tub, my thighs hooked around his hips, his shoulderblades braced against thetub’s rim. My stupid tiny white dress floated in the thick, opaque water. With his eyes still closed, Hades moved his hands up to the silky soaked fabric that clung to my stomach and my breasts. The heat of his hands through the wet fabric made my clitoris pulse.
“Hades,” I whispered, and then, “Your Lordship.”
Hades moaned almost inaudibly. I shuddered.
My hands fell to his sides, where I gripped him as he stroked, so gently, so sweetly, the tops of my breasts through the fabric. I sighed and closed my eyes. Almost disbelievingly, he brushed his fingertips down the curves of my breasts. Tracing the round, heavy undersides, hefting the weight of them. He cupped my breasts the way he’d cupped the pomegranate when he’d lifted it to my lips.
He circled his thumb over my right nipple.
I gasped. It was almost a sob. “Your Lordship —”
A noise like a growl issued from Hades’s throat. He touched my nipple again. He squeezed my breasts, gently, lifting them, kneading them. I kept still, so still I was vibrating, desperate for him to keep touching me. I knew without opening my eyes that he was staring at me, staring at my breasts through the fabric, the shadows and swells of my flesh, my dark nipples hardening at his touch. I was afraid to open my eyes, to see the expression on his face as he drank me in. When I finally dared to, he was gazing at my breasts, my neck, my stomach, my mouth, my face, devouring me with his gaze like he could never get enough. The look on his face was dark and vulnerable and hungry. It was the look of a starving animal.
For the first time since he’d kidnapped me, my blood flickered as though I’d been scented by a predator. He looked like he would eat me. Iwantedhim to eat me.
My core pulsed again.
He sat back and slid upward, so that now I was on my back against the tub wall, his body situated between my legs. His hands and eyes traced the outline of my entire body. My breasts, my shoulders, my arms, my ribcage. His fingers quivered.
From desire, I thought. But also reverence. He worshiped me. Was preparing to worship me.
And I was going to let him. I wanted to be worshiped.
No, more than that. Ideservedit.
Still, I found my cheeks heating up. I had never been looked at like that before. I found myself pressing my knees together, turning my face away.
“Don’t,” Hades whispered, surprised. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
“Stop.”
“I can’t believe you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you.” He pressed forward into me. Moved his mouth down my breasts again. Every hair on my body rose in desperation. I wound my hands into his hair. My clitoris was throbbing harder, my core impossibly hot against his body as he sank against me. Oh, gods, he was so fucking close to me. Unable to resist, I worked my hand down his body and thrilled at the hissing noise he made through his teeth. I wanted my hand on his cock. Wanted to mouth at it through his soaked leather trousers the way he was mouthing at me through the negligée.
“Every night I’ve had to watch you tossing and turning inmybed,” he sighed. “It was Hell, goddess, keeping my hands to myself. Knowing that undermyblankets, you were wearingthis…”
He tugged the plunging, scalloped neckline of the negligée down. My left breast slipped free. Hades actually sighed at the sight. My blood thrilled. He stroked me reverently with his fingertips, then his lips. I gasped. When he opened his mouthand put his tongue on the round heavy flesh of my breast, I nearly sobbed with relief.
At that barest sound from me, Hades snapped. He dug his hands into my hips and dragged me forward. I cried out.
And now he was working me, working his hands against my thighs and ass again, kneading me until my muscles melted with heat and longing, those same hands roaming like spiders up to my breasts and stroking, squeezing, flicking, while his mouth played over first my naked breast and then the clothed one, until I was writhing in the water under his hands and mouth, desperately wrapping my legs around his hips, seeking out the hard length of his cock through his clothes with my hand.Nngh, there it was.
At the press of my hand, Hades growled and ground into me. I gasped. He was sothick. Fuck, I wanted him. He was hard as a fucking rock. His cock twitched deliciously. I slid my hand down his waistband, ran my fingers along his hard length. Hades moaned. He worked the negligée up and over my head — I had to stop touching his cock for him to do it, which wasterrible— and threw it off to the side. “That thing haunts my dreams,” he murmured. “That time you were sprawled on the floor in this, looking at my cock.Fuck.”
“I’ll do more than look at it if you take your gods-damned clothes off,” I whispered. I wanted him to fuck me. Here, in the tub. Over there, by the brazier. Over there, against the wall. In his bedroom. On the floor of the reservoir. In the throne room. On the shore of the Lake.
Hades smirked a little. He pulled back. Drank me in with those glazed, hungry eyes.
Then he clambered out of the tub. I gasped at the shock of cold air and his absence. “You son of a bitch, get back here —”
But he was already reaching into the tub, picking me up in his classic bridal carry and carrying me over to the door. For awild second I thought he was taking me outside to fuck me in the saltwater pool. But he put me down and laid a warm, fluffy towel beside the brazier and laid me on the towel.
I closed my eyes, sighing, at the silky heat from the brazier. Hades knelt before me. He tucked his fingers between my knees and pressed my thighs open. Wide open.
He still had his trousers on.
