Page 25 of Hades

He growled again and I decided to go for it, crawling up his body until we were face to face. His eyes searched mine and I let him see whatever demons and insecurities he found in there before this feeling of being on fire, of wanting and needing and—finally—being in a position to want to do something about it. It gnawed at my skin until I felt like I’d lose my shit if I didn’t just go for it. So I did, leaning forward until my lips were on the lips that made me tremble in my dreams.

His lips were full and surprisingly soft. His scruff scraped against my skin, and I didn’t give a damn because his lips were perfect. I kissed him softly at first, finding my footing after too many years without touching or kissing anyone. Hades let me lead the kiss, moving his lips and tongue in rhythm with mine until I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip.

He growled and palmed my ass, pulling me flush against the thick ridge behind his jeans. He was hard and I was wet, and I couldn’t remember ever having this much fun just kissing a man. I’d never been so turned on by a kiss before and my hips moved against him on their own, seeking the pleasure they instinctually knew could be found there. I pulled back, breathless and a little bit dizzy. “Is that okay?”

He nodded, his gaze locked on mine. “Fuck, babe, it’s more than okay.” He held me tight against him even though I liked it and wanted more of it, I gasped and pulled back. He released me immediately. “Sorry.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. It’s just… fuck.” I closed my eyes and turned away because I couldn’t say this to him while I looked at him. He was hard as a fucking rock and I’d done that to him, only to pull away now. He probably thought I was a cock tease.

“Talk to me, Raven.” His fingertips touched my chin and turned me to face him. “Look at me,” he demanded, not angry just firm.

I opened my eyes. “Sorry,” I said again, my voice cracked on the last syllable.

“Don’t be sorry, just tell me what’s goin’ on.”

I inhaled deeply and steeled myself for whatever reaction he had. I hadn’t put myself in this position in years for a reason. It was too difficult, too embarrassing to speak out loud. “I haven’t been turned on since before I was kidnapped. I haven’t wanted to be, and then I sleep on you for a few hours and I’m having sex dreams about you. And make out sessions.”

Hades said nothing, just slid his big body from underneath mine.

I turned onto my back and covered my eyes with my forearm, vowing to stay like that until the end of time, or at least until the embarrassment of my words faded. Instead, Hades’ big, warm hand wrapped around my forearm and removed it from my face.

“Open up, Raven. Don’t get shy on me now.” There was a hint of playfulness that had me curious enough to open my eyes.

“What?”

Instead of answering, he grabbed my hand and pulled me until I was on my feet, pulling me down the hall to his bedroom. “You wanna tell me about the dream?”

“W-what?” I heard him but suddenly I thought maybe I was still dreaming.

“Tell me about it,” he demanded as he slowly undressed me.

“You undressed me,” I said with a laugh as he pulled the tank top over my head, tossing it behind him.

“And then?” His fingers tugged on the zipper of my jeans.

“And you kissed me all over,” I answered breathlessly.

“That’s a good start,” he murmured before pushing me down on the mattress and removing my jeans and panties. “Fuck,” he growled as his gaze ate me up. He watched me until I squirmed, only removing his gaze from me to take off his own clothes.

I gasped when he grabbed my knees and parted them until I was completely exposed. “Hades,” I whispered.

“It’s fine,” he growled, sliding one thick finger through my pussy lips. “You’re already swollen and drenched for me.” His voice was low and thick with something dark I couldn’t name.

“It’s been a while since it mattered, but I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing.”

Hades said nothing as he lowered himself between my thighs, his hands gripping them possessively.

My whole body hitched when his breath touched my pussy. “Fuck,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Watch everything,” he growled as he kissed one thigh and then the other. “Don’t look away, Raven.”

I nodded, pushing up on my elbows in a now familiar position, and watched with rapt attention as his lips and tongue left no inch of my body untouched. He kissed me all over until my body was so keyed up, so hot with need that every inch of me vibrated beneath him. I was so turned on I couldn’t breathe.

“Did I stop at kissing your body?” he asked softly, pushing my legs apart with his shoulders. “Or did I feast on your pussy? Is that why you squeezed your legs together so fiercely?”

Before I answered, his tongue was right there, sliding up my slit, teasing me over and over. It was complete and total fucking bliss, the way he teased me until my nipples were so hard, they ached. And finally that magic tongue applied more pressure, parting my slit just enough that he touched my clit. “Oh fuck!” My hips bucked uncontrollably, eager to get closer to his mouth.

His big hands gripped my ass and pulled me closer, feasting on me with such intensity my eyes watered. He growled as he licked me and sucked on my clit, the sound vibrated throughout my body, intensifying my pleasure.