“Eager for me, goddess?” he asked as he kissed down her stomach and her thighs until he stood, removing each of her shoes and the rest of his clothes.
When he was naked before her, the air in the room changed, growing thick and hot. Persephone’s eyes looked like embers ignited among ash, and they burned his skin as they passed over his body, lingering on his swollen cock. She rose to her knees, fingers wrapping around his shaft. He inhaled sharply between his teeth, and she looked up at him as if to ask is this okay?
His hand tangled into her hair as she stroked him, her thumb playing with the moisture that gathered at the tip. Then she kissed him there and took him into her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair.
“Fuck.”
His cock was sheathed in warmth that sent a rush to his head. Her tongue slid against his shaft, teasing and tasting, putting pressure in the right places. For a while, she paid close attention to the very tip, rolling her tongue there, and he gripped her head harder, his other braced against her shoulder. He had the fleeting thought that he hoped he tasted good for her, but she gave no indication otherwise as she moved him in and out of her mouth, teeth faintly grazing his girth. Soon, his hips moved, and he was pumping into her mouth, gripping her head and holding her gaze until he could take it no longer and pulled her away, keeping a hold on her neck.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
He chuckled darkly, staring into her eyes. “No.”
She was perfect. She was everything, and he kissed her again, tongue reaching deep before he pulled away.
“Tell me you want me.”
He needed to hear her say it, because he had not completely told the truth. Words did matter, and the only ones he had heard since the night before were the ones she’d spoken on the steps of the baths. I don’t want you.
“I want you.”
He guided her to her back and stretched out over her, her thighs cradling him, his erection pressing into her stomach. He searched her eyes, his fingers brushing her lips as he whispered. “Tell me you lied.”
“I thought words meant nothing.”
His mouth closed over hers, and as he kissed her, he pressed into her until his shaft ached, until her lips felt raw and swollen against his.
“Your words matter,” he said, nose brushing hers. “Only yours.”
Her answer was to wrap her legs around his waist and draw him against her heat.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her eyes gleamed, desperate, and she nodded.
“Tell me. You used words to tell me you didn’t want me, now use words to say you do.”
She spoke, voice low and husky, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He kissed her again, hand going to his cock as he teased her opening. Beneath him, Persephone arched, heels digging into his ass.
“Patience, darling. I had to wait for you,” he reminded her.
She paused, the pressure of her heels lessening as she offered a quiet apology.
“I’m sorry.”
Then he thrust, filling her completely. He groaned as her body clenched around him, and he paused a moment, fully sheathed, head resting in the crook of her neck. When he lifted himself, he found Persephone’s hand covering her mouth and removed it.
“No, let me hear this,” he said, pinning her wrists over her head.
She was tense beneath him, but after a moment, relaxed, but the pressure on his cock remained. Her sex held him in a vice-like grip, and as he started to move, he never wanted to stop. She spread her legs wider, and he pushed deeper, as if their souls might meet.
“You left me desperate,” he said, pulling out until only the tip of his sex remained. She glared at him, her teeth clenched together until he thrust inside, the ridges of his cock sending pleasure straight to his brain. This is bliss, he thought.
“I have thought about you every night since.”
He could feel her heart beating, smell the vanilla in her hair, taste her sweat on his tongue as he managed to suckle one of her breasts.
“And each time you said you didn’t want me, I tasted your lies.”
This is what it is to be a god.
“You are mine.”
This is humbling. She let him into her body.
“Mine.”
He could feel her come around his cock, a gush of warmth, a convulsion of muscles. He gripped her wrists hard, moving faster, pounding into her harder, until he began to pulse. He pulled out, finishing on her thigh before collapsing on top of her, breathing hard. For a while after, he was lost in the euphoria of the moment. His thoughts tangled with the memories of how they had gotten here—their teasing and touching, bodies coming together, the sounds of their orgasms. Then he began to feel tired, mind numbing from the high.