Page 38 of Hades

“Yes!” I already felt like I was out of my body and it was just getting started.

Hades sat back, panting heavily and staring at me through dark, hooded eyes.

“Right. Now.”

He grinned wolfishly at me while he freed his cock, long and thick and leaking from his pants. “This what you want?”

I nodded. “You know it is. I need it, Hades. Please.” I was more desperate for him than I’d ever been.

And even better? He fed off it, slamming his cock deep in one, long stroke. “You feel so fucking good. Just perfect.”

Goosebumps skittered over my skin at his words. I pulsed around him, enjoying the look of tortured pleasure he wore as he pounded into me. Hard and fast, and so, so deep, I knew I’d ache in multiple places tomorrow and I didn’t care.

There would be a tomorrow. It was no small thing, given the night we had, and this moment in the backseat was just for us.

Our gazes met and held, while we went at it like wild animals, chasing our individual pleasure while pouring everything we had into each other. “Hades,” I panted, gripping his triceps as I matched him stroke for stroke.

“Mine,” he grunted, pounding so deep I was sure he left a piece of himself there. There was nothing gentle about the way he fucked me. It was just raw need and possession. “Mine,” he repeated the word again and again.

“Yours,” I said because it felt right. Because I was his. For how long, I had no fucking clue, but it was right. It was true.

His jaw clenched tight and his nostrils flared. “Say it again.”

“Yours,” I said, holding on for dear life as he fucked me until my mind went fuzzy. “Yours,” I said louder just because I liked the way he responded when I did.

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Hades. Only yours.” His cock thickened inside of me, the gorgeous friction was more than my overworked body could handle and I completely combusted. “Oh, yes! Hades!”

I pulsed even harder around him, unable to look away from the beautiful sight of his face drenched in bliss. His jaw clenched tight and his eyes fell shut. The moment his head fell back, a soft smile touched his lips before he let out a roar of pleasure. “Fuck!” His whole body shook as he filled me up with his seed, pumping harder during those last few strokes. “Oh fuck, Raven.”

“You feel incredible. I can feel you pulsing in me.”

He grunted, kissing my cheek. “The way you feel with your wet cunt pulsing around me is like heaven.”

My lips tipped up into a smile when he collapsed on top of me. “That was…” I started breathlessly. “Wow.”

“So intense.” He pulled back and kissed my mouth again. “Fuck I want you again already.”

“Same,” I sighed. “But we probably shouldn’t sit here too much longer.”

He smirked. “Maybe a few more miles up the road.”

He grunted as he separated our bodies. “You’re killin’ me.”

“Not yet. Better than being shot to death.”

“True enough.” He gave me one last kiss and then we hit the road.

Back to Steel City.

Chapter Twenty

Hades

The car was silent for an hour after the most fun I’ve had in a backseat, including when I was a teenager. Raven was like a woman possessed, and she wasn’t afraid to tell me when she liked what I did to her. But once we settled back in our respective seats, the car was plunged into silence.

I had no fucking clue if she was quiet because of the earlier events of the night or if it was because she felt what I did in that backseat. It was like everything, all the scattered pieces of my heart and mind clicked into place. It was fucking with my head, to be honest, feeling what I was feeling and not knowing what she was feeling.