mine and setting up a rhythm that stole all rational thought.
Pleasure shot through me in endless waves, hot and fierce, making my spine tingle. Instinct told me I was close to something I’d never wanted before. Yet now I wanted it so badly I’d die for it.
I gripped her hips and slowed her siren’s movements. “Bad girl.”
She gasped, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
Muscles tense, I reined the beast in, desperate to keep control until I’d made her come apart in my arms. “Hold still.”
Wide eyed, she nodded, her chest rising and falling.
Slipping a hand between us, I flicked open the buttons of her trousers, running my fingertips over the waistband of her undergarments. The silk was smooth, her heat tantalizing.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She moved forward, giving me more room. Anticipation surged through me. I gripped her arse with one hand and slid the other one down, beneath her undergarments, cupping the magic between her legs.
“Fates,” I choked out. “You’re so wet. So soft.”
She arched against me, crying out, her hair trailing down her back as her vines wrapped around me, pressing me close.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful in all my days.
But it was the feel of her that tore me apart.
The wet, silky feel of her that ripped a groan from my throat and made my cock jerk. I gritted my teeth and forced back the pleasure that threatened to swamp me, desperate to feel her orgasm. Hear it.
When I grazed her, her head dropped back, and she whimpered. Her skin seemed to glow with light, and I watched her carefully to see what she liked best.
Every flutter of her eyelashes and sweet sound from her lips was a map that I would follow.
“Please, Hades, more. I feel empty.”
Yes. My chest tightened and my cock twitched, desperate to be nearer to her.
I wanted to be inside her, if only in the smallest way. I needed to be inside her like I needed air. My fingers found the hot, soft center of her. Possessiveness streaked through me, and I gripped her, holding her still for me. Wanting to hold her down and press inside her, to make her take all of me while she cried out in pleasure and clutched me close.
The idea shot heat straight to my cock.
She shifted, trying to press down onto me.
“Hold still,” I growled against her ear. “I’m in control here.”
She whimpered and complied, and I found the heart of her, pressing one finger deep, shuddering at the soft, wet heat of her.
“Hades, please.” Her hands gripped my shoulders hard. “More.”
“More?” I moved my thumb up to circle the hard bud of her pleasure, and she arched against me, gasping. “Is that what you mean?”
“Yes, but . . . more.”
The idea of it was almost too much for me, pleasure tearing through me like wildfire. I buried my face in her neck and breathed deeply of her scent as I slid another finger into her.
Her vines tightened around my back, holding me to her. They wrapped around us, forming a cage. She moved against me, crying out as she bit into my shoulder. The sharp nip nearly made me lose control, pleasure-pain I’d never felt before.
I sucked in a hard breath. I couldn’t. Because when it happened, I would lose control entirely. I’d fail to finish this for her, and I was desperate to feel her come apart.
It took all of my control to keep myself in check, but I found a rhythm that made her shudder and shake. She began to move against me, hesitatingly at first.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her ear. “Take what you want.”
She rode my hand, seeking her pleasure, and I worked her body, feeling the minute changes in her as her pleasure coiled higher and higher.
When she finally exploded, her heat gripped my fingers hard, making my cock twitch in desperate sympathy.
Fates, how I want her.
22
Seraphia
As the pleasure faded, I looked up at Hades.
He towered over me, holding me tight as his breath heaved in and out of his lungs. The tortured lines of his face were so beautiful I nearly had to look away. But I couldn’t drag my gaze from the fire in his eyes, the wild desire that threatened to tear him apart. My vines wrapped around him, holding his hard body to mine.
My magic had gone out of control, vines growing wild around us. The sight of them tugged at my memory. As the last of the pleasure faded, my senses returned.