Page 32 of Hades

It was a dare, damn him. The man knew I couldn’t resist a challenge. I glared at him, but it had no heat and he wasn’t affected at all. He just smiled. “Fine, tell me what does it mean?”

“It means everything,” he growled and pressed against me. “Every. Fucking. Thing.” And then his lips were on mine, hot and fierce. His tongue met mine, teasing me as he thrust in and out until my fingernails dug into his biceps and I leaned into him, hungry for more.

Hades kissed me like we were the last two people on the whole fucking planet, and I was his favorite flavor of anything. Ever. He growled and gripped my hips, pulling me against his chest. It was so deliciously possessive I had no choice but to submit to the onslaught of pleasure. A low moan escaped and before I knew it, my legs wrapped around his waist and brought him closer to where I needed him. Badly.

He pulled back way before I was ready to end the kiss and stared at me as if my eyes held the secrets of the world. He studied me, looking into my fucking soul until he was satisfied he owned every inch of me. “Fuck, Raven. I want you. I always fuckin’ want you.” With every word he spoke, he peeled me out of my clothes right there in the kitchen until I was naked and more turned on than I’d ever been in my whole life. “Gorgeous.”

“Hades.” His name fell from my lips on a moan I felt down to my bones.

He flashed a devilish grin before he took my lips again. “That’s my name. Next time you say it, scream it.”

I didn’t want to, but I shivered at that sexy as fuck command. “That part is up to you.”

Fire sparked in his eyes at that command. “It really fucking is, ain’t it?” He didn’t wait for a response because it wasn’t necessary, not when we were both so keyed up and ready to explode. His lips were on my overheated skin, dragging kisses down my throat and across my collarbone.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He moved slowly until I trembled beneath his touch. The way he kissed me made me feel cherished, like I mattered on my own, not because I was Falcon’s sister and not because I needed help. But just because I was me.

His lips smacked against one hipbone and then the other before he dropped his forehead on my stomach. “Raven,” he groaned.

“I need more. Please.”

“More…” he whispered. “More of this?” he asked, sliding his fingers down my belly until he found my core, hot and wet.

I couldn’t help but watch as his fingers played with my pussy, sliding up and down my slit with a smile on his face. A fucking smile as if getting me off was his favorite thing in the world. “Oh, fuck!” He teased my opening in slow circles that never went anywhere, just riled me up until I thought I might snap.

“So wet for me,” he whispered. “Look at that honey dripping down your thighs.” He swiped his fingers through my honey and pushed them past his lips with a moan. “Goddamn you taste good.”

I trembled under his touch. “Yes, just like that.”

He let out a low chuckle, flicking his tongue over my clit a few quick times before kissing his way back up my body. “Later, I’m going to feast on that sweet cunt, but right now I need to be inside you.”

“Fuck, yes. Right now. Please.”

He grinned like those were the exact right words to say. “Pull my cock out,” he commanded.

I did, but not before removing his shirt because his upper body was a thing of beauty. Filled with sculpted muscles, tattoos and a few scars hidden beneath the ink, I needed to see him first. “So ripped,” I moaned, tugging on his belt. His button. His zipper. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked slowly.

“Fuck, babe. Put me inside you,” he growled the command before gripping my waist and spreading me out on the kitchen table.

God that was so fucking hot I couldn’t even stand it. My hands shook as I reached between us and pulled him towards me. The blunt tip of his cock was already slick, and I rubbed that bead of arousal with my thumb.

“Don’t tease me.”

I smiled, feeling powerful as I dug my heels into his hard ass cheeks and pushed him forward until his cock sank deep into me. “Yes!”

“So, so good. Raven,” he growled and pushed balls deep. He froze and then shivered as his fingertips dug into my thighs.

“Move,” I urged. “Please.”

He pulled out almost all the way and thrust deep until I cried out. And then he did it again and again, until my skin was covered in goosebumps and I couldn’t catch my breath. “Damn, babe.”

Every thrust sent me higher and higher, like I was flying high above the trees outside the house. It was amazing. It was incredible. And with every thrust, every touch and every kiss, I knew I was falling in love with Hades. My protector. My brother’s best friend.

Falling in love. Me. It wasn’t something I ever thought I’d feel again and here I was falling for the one man I shouldn’t.

That thought or maybe it was just the word itself—love—pushed me right over the fucking edge into oblivion. “Hades,” I shouted the warning but seconds later I exploded around him, pulsing and shaking violently. “Oh, fuck! Yes!”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted, pounding harder and deeper into me, chasing his orgasm with the urgency of a man possessed. “So fucking good,” he growled, jaw clenched tight, his eyes focused on my face. He watched my reaction to every stroke and only when he triggered another orgasm did he let go.