him, hard and ready and freaking glorious. Desire was pounding at me now, slick and hot and untamable. But before I could throw myself at him he had scooped me up again, and was walking into the pool. Pleasure fizzed out from every point of contact our bare skin made, and I let out a wobbly moan of pleasure as hot water lapped at my skin as he moved deeper into the pool.
He set me on my feet once more when I was chest deep, the water moving against my hard nipples, then a bar of soap appeared in his hand. I cocked my head, about to ask him what he was doing but he spoke first.
'I want to wash away the horrors of this day, and give you some much, much better memories,' he said. Then he closed the gap between us, his soapy hands brushing over my shoulders, my back, down to my waist... I tensed with pleasure as his hands roamed, and when they reached my breasts he moved his head down and kissed me, my moan lost against his lips. His tongue flicked against mine in time with his fingers over my body and I willed them lower. The desire to feel him was now unstoppable, and I ran my hands over my own body, covering them in the foamy lather, then planted them on his rock hard abs. I felt him tense, his movements pausing for a split second, then speeding up, his finger and thumb now pinching at my nipples, causing pulses of painful pleasure in my core. I moved my hands down faster too, delighting in the feel of his solid muscles, his powerful body, the thought of everything he could do with it... My fingers moved under the water at his navel, and I soon felt coarse hair. Excitement made my breathing shallow, and I broke the kiss off to gulp down air, but as my fingers closed around him he kissed me again, hard and fierce.
I moved my hand along him in awe, and he suddenly wrapped one arm around the small of my back and lifted me from the pool floor. I gasped as he put his other hand under my leg, lifting me higher and making me let go of him to cling to his neck, wrapping my thighs around his waist. His hard length was pressed against me, and I gripped him tightly, leaning close to his ear.
'Take me. Please.'
'Tell me I'm yours,' he growled.
'I'm yours and you are mine.'
He lowered me slightly, and fiery pleasure spasmed through me as I felt him at my entrance.
'I'm yours and you are mine,' I repeated into his neck, almost delirious with need.
He lowered me again, pushing and stretching me exquisitely slowly.
'Once more,' he gasped, and I moved in his arms to look deep into his eyes.
'I'm yours and you are mine,' I breathed, and watched his eyes cloak with desire before he lowered me fully onto him. I threw my head back, crying out as my body clamped around him, filling me almost to the point of pain, but not quite. He moaned as his strong arms lifted me again, and shuddering pleasure rolled through me, obliterating everything but him.
Each time he moved me up and down I lost more of myself to his body, my mind taken over completely by the unbelievable feeling of rightness, the mounting power building inside me, growing with every thrust. It wasn't long before my whole body felt like it was alight with ecstasy, each time he filled me becoming more sure I would lose control.
'I love you, Persephone' he gasped, and I let go completely, my orgasm crashing through my body. He cried out and tensed, and I pressed myself against him, kissing him hard as he came, my core still hammered by waves of pleasure.
Slowly the water around us stilled, and Hades pushed his hand into my hair, pressing my heaving chest to his as I shuddered.
'You were made for me,' I told him, my voice breathless.
'Yes,' he said, and kissed me softly as he lifted me off him, back to unsteady feet. 'We were made for each other.'
He led me to the wall of cascading water, where we showered, soaping and stroking each other’s bodies like greedy teenagers. When we were done, he carried me back to his bedroom, and laid me gently on the massive draped bed. I looked around the room curiously. Like Hecate's, it was dark and elegant,