Page 28 of Left Hand of the Divine
I grinned down at her as I stroked a fist down my shaft. I was blessed with length and girth, but I wasn’tthatbig. “You’ll be fine, but if we need to take things slow, we can.”
It would kill me, but for her, I’d hold back if I needed to.
She shook her head and bit her lip. “I don’t want slow, Daddy. I need you.”
“Hands above your head, and don’t move, baby.”
She groaned in frustration but did as I asked and placed her tied wrists above her head. The movement extended her spine and pushed her breasts higher. Fuck, they were gorgeous, just like every single aspect of her.
I slid my body over hers and wrapped my mouth around her nipple through the lace, tugging at it with my tongue until it hardened. I pulled back and blew air across it, watching as she shuddered with pleasure.
“I want to touch you,” she begged. “Please.”
“Not yet,” I replied with an evil grin. “I don’t think you’re pleading quite enough.”
“I hate you,” she grumbled, but there was no real heat behind the words.
I sank my teeth into her other nipple, and she yelped before releasing the most delicious moan. “You don’t hate me; you’re just worked up. But it’s okay, because Daddy’s going to take care of you, baby.”
I hooked my fingers into the band of her underwear and slipped them down her legs. For a minute, I just stared at her splayed out before me, like she was being sacrificed on an altar. Her chest heaved, her skin was covered in my marks, and her eyes were fixed on me with a desperation that called to my soul on a level I’d never felt before. It humbled me and threatened to bring me to my fucking knees. A shock of fear clutched at my heart as I realised that I, Hades, God of the Underworld, King of the Dead, would fall to my knees and worship this woman with every fibre of my being.
And I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
Chapter Ten
Roux
There was a look in Hades’ eyes that shook me to my core. It was so full of longing, hunger, and yearning that it was like I was seeing directly into his soul. Like he was bearing it to me, and it was beautiful.
This powerful God was making himself vulnerable.
For me.
Fuck the restraints. I needed to touch him. Needed it more than I needed anything else in the entire fucking world right now.
I called my death magic to the surface for a bit of strength and pulled my wrists apart, tearing through the knots like they were nothing more than tissue paper.
He scowled down at me, but I didn’t give him a chance to admonish me. I sank my fingers into his perfect hair and pulled his mouth to mine.
He reacted instantly, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth and forcing me backwards onto the sofa. It was a frenzy of teeth and lips, a collision of souls, and I needed it. I needed him.
He kissed me back with fierceness, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip so hard he pierced my skin.
I hissed and jerked back, swiping my tongue along my lip and tasting the coppery tang of blood.
Hades stared at my split lip for a moment, fire dancing in his eyes. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby girl.”
The whimper that left my lips was obscene. Helpless to resist, I obeyed his command and parted my knees wider so he could seeeverything.
“Fuck,” he hissed out between his teeth, his expression almost painful.
He dragged his finger along my folds, and my breath hitched as he sank two fingers deep inside me.
“Daddy,” I moaned as he thrust his fingers slowly in and out. I was so wet, and my ability to think flew straight out of the window. All I could focus on was the feeling of his fingers and the pleasure that rippled through my body every time he pressed against that rough spot deep inside me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” he rasped, the sound low in his throat. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”
He pulled his hand back and wrapped it around the back of my knee, his fingers still wet with my juices. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, and with his other hand, he lined up his cock at my entrance. Gods, the man was so fuckinghuge, and my pussy clenched at the anticipation of the burn.
