Debauched (Hades and Persephone Book 3)

by Bella Klaus

  He pulled back from the kiss and stared down at me with an expression I could only describe as dreamy. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted, their corners curling up into a smile of contentment. I swallowed. I’d never seen him look so… genuinely happy.

  “You are exquisite,” he murmured. “I could spend all day looking at you and still never capture the magnitude of your beauty.”

  The butterflies in my stomach moved to my heart. “Is this the poison talking?”

  He shook his head. “I’ve held back all this time, never wanting to frighten you away. Each time you leave, it’s for a matter of hours, not days or months or seasons.”

  I sucked in a breath. Persephone had walked out on him, but I hadn’t imagined it would be for so long. “Hades, you still understand I’m a completely different person?”

  He nodded, his eyes shimmering. “I’m cursed, injured, virtually powerless. Any woman would have absconded, but you returned to my side.”

  My throat tightened, and I swallowed over and over, trying to fathom the meaning behind his words. “You’re talking about the women you had relationships with after Persephone?”

  He inclined his head. “Those without the power are only interested in what they can gain. Those with power are only interested in what they can exploit.” He pressed a soft kiss on my lips. “You are the kindest, purest soul I’ve encountered. I don’t know how they put you back together, but you’re the epitome of compassion.”

  I bit down on my lip. “Even when I made you grovel?”

  He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Getting on my knees to suck your toes was arousing. As was having you dig your heel into my cock.”

  His gaze traveled down to my breasts, and he leaned down and kissed my left nipple. “Everything about you is a marvel.” He kissed the right one. “From your soul to your perfectly shaped tits to your sweet cunt.”

  A giggle burst from my chest. “You can’t call it that!”

  He inclined his head. “My apologies, Kora. Should I refer to it as the first and foremost wonder of the Fifth Faction? Or the pretty flower with the slick petals and a rosy pearl?”

  Heat rose to my cheeks, and I placed a hand over my mouth. “You’re making fun of me.”

  “Making light of our situation,” he said with a happy sigh. “I don’t know what tomorrow will hold, but I fully intend to commit today to memory.”

  As he engulfed my nipple in his hot mouth, my chest swelled with a rush of emotion. Behind the fancy words and the funny phrasing, he wasn’t hopeful for our future. I let my eyes flutter closed and focused on the sensation of his tongue swirling around my sensitive flesh.

  Hades massaged the other breast, his fingers teasing the nipple until bolts of pleasure shot down to my belly. His palm was large, warm, smoother than usual, and he caressed it with tender strokes of his fingers. “And you’re the perfect size for my hand.”

  I arched my back and moaned. It was impossible to concentrate on anything but the intensity of my pleasure, but his words of pessimism continued to linger.

  “Beautiful,” he growled around my nipple. “Sexy, mine.”

  “I’ll always be yours.” My fingers threaded through his silky hair. “No matter what.”

  The hand massaging my breast traveled down my ribcage, trailing a line of molten ecstasy across my skin. I clenched my teeth and shivered at the sensations, my pulse fast enough to form a continuous sound.

  After releasing my nipple with a pop, he traveled further down my body, his hot breath tickling my skin. Every few inches, he paused to press a kiss on my belly or dip his tongue into my navel. I clamped my thighs together and moaned.

  As he continued to lick and kiss and caress a path down to the juncture of my thighs, my core muscles twitched for his attention. His large hands parted my legs, and he pressed my knees as close to the mattress as they would go.

  Cool air swirled around my exposed skin, through my pubes and my damp folds. I cracked open an eye, wondering why Hades hadn’t kissed or touched me where I needed him most, when I found him staring at my sex, his lips parted.

  “For once, I’m speechless,” he said, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

  My eyes widened. “Is there anything wrong?”

  He shook his head from side to side, his gaze fixed between my legs. “There are no words to describe how desperately I want to fuck you.”

  “Why aren’t you doing it?”

  “My baser instincts are screaming at me to drive my cock into your pussy and rut until I explode inside you, but I want to savor this moment.”

  A tingle spread across my skin at the thought of being taken by Hades like a wild beast, but he was so big, the prospect sounded a little painful. My gaze drifted down from his glowing green eyes, over his perfect nose, full lips, and strong jaw.

  I skimmed his muscular pecs, defined abs, and lingered on his huge erection. It wasn’t just big—it was long and thick, adorned with bulging veins and topped with a bulbous, red head that oozed precum.

  Saliva flooded my mouth. “Can’t you do both?” I licked my lips. “You can savor me first and build up to the rutting.”

  With a low groan I felt deep in my core, he lowered himself between my legs. “Two excellent suggestions. Once I’ve feasted on your pussy, I will pound into you so deeply, so hard, you’ll be walking with a limp for centuries.”

  My thighs trembled. I couldn’t wait.

  He placed his fingers on my outer lips and spread them apart, baring me to his hungry gaze. “Your pussy is a work of art.” His hot breath warmed my slick folds. “I’m so hard for you that it fucking hurts.”

  “Please.” I squeezed my eyes shut, my nerve endings tingling for his touch.

  Hades ran his soft wet tongue from my opening to my clit, trailing a line of electricity that had me clenching and twitching. My hips jerked, but he held me in place. “No escaping,” he growled. “I’m not releasing you until I’ve had my fill.”

  “What are you—”

  His tongue on my clit was like a bolt of lightning shooting straight from my core and out of my mouth. I lurched upward, my lips parting in a scream.

  “Mmmm…” His tongue flickered over my sensitive bundle of nerves. “I love the way you taste.”

  My thighs trembled, this time with the onslaught of sensations he’d served me with his tongue. Hades kept me spread open and lapped at my clit until it swelled and pulsed and ached. I threw my head back and panted through his attention, already overwhelmed.

  His low groans and appreciative noises made me feel like I was being eaten alive by a connoisseur chasing the last morsel of taste. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and all I could do was gasp, cry, pant as he held me down and lavished my clit with attention.

  Pressure mounted around my core, bringing with it the sensation of a thunderstorm about to strike. Molten pleasure seared beneath his tongue, and I moaned so much that my throat went hoarse. The sensations continued to build, and my whole world reduced down to the mattress at my back, my oversensitive body, and the man delivering such sweet torture.

  “Please,” I cried out.

  “Something the matter?” He asked as he swirled his tongue around my aching clit.

  “I need,” I said through clenched teeth, unable to say the words.

  He chuckled. “You need me to stop.”

  “No,” I howled, my hips thrusting toward his mouth.

  “Then tell me.” His words were muffled.

  “I want your fingers,” I blurted.

  “Only fingers?” The teasing in his voice implied he had raised a brow.

  “I want it all.”

  “You wanton woman,” he said with a dark chuckle. “I’m going to enjoy debauching you.”

  Hades slipped a thick finger into my hot channel. My muscles clamped around him, seeming to gobble him up. “Your pussy is hungry.”

  “So is the rest of me,” I said with a trembling laugh.

  He slid the digit i
n and out of me, eliciting more sparks of rapture that remained low in my belly. My fingers curled, as did my toes, and my core muscles tightened, increasing the friction. Hades continued lavishing me with long strokes of his tongue while gliding his finger in and out of my core.

  I twisted, bucked, arched my back, but his strong hand continued to hold me in place.

  Hades added another finger, increasing the exquisite stretch. I moaned and shuddered and the onslaught.

  “Do you want my cock?” he asked.

  “More than anything,” I said through panting breaths.

  “Are you sure you can handle it?”

  I cried out. “Of course.”

  Instead of pulling out of me, he buried his head further between my thighs and sped up his tongue. My muscles trembled, and sweat broke out across my brow. Somehow, he had burned me from the inside, and my clit was so swollen and sensitive that it picked up the sensation of every taste bud on his tongue.

  “Mmm…” His appreciative hums and deep groans reverberated across my sex. His fingers scissored and twisted inside me, even as I clamped hard on the digits.

  It was too much, too intense. I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled, trying not to stay tethered to the bed.

  Hades clamped his full lips around my engorged clit and sucked, making my ears ring. The pressure squeezing down on my sex imploded, and I caught my breath.

  An inhale whistled through my teeth as my muscles clamped, my lungs filled, and my skeleton went rigid. Then it released in a gust of pleasure that burned through my nerves. It was like being ravaged by hellfire, and all the while, Hades continued lavishing me with that clever tongue.

  He raised his head from between my thighs, his eyes glowing green. “If I don’t fuck you this instant, I’m going to die.”

  He knelt between my spread legs and stared down at me with his features hardened, his eyes glinting with the intensity of his need. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he growled through bared teeth, “And you’re going to take it.”

  A shiver skittered down my spine as I stared into the eyes of a man who hungered for me so deeply. Hades was everything—my friend, my lover, my admirer, and my home. He was still mine, even with his green hair, and his skin a verdant shade of green.

  Until recently, all I’d felt for him was a touch of affection, but mostly lust. But he was more than just his sex appeal. Beneath his perfect exterior was a soul more loving and more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. The more time I spent with him, the more layers I uncovered. He was loyal, charming, witty, clever, vulnerable, and had a heart that ached for me.

  Guilt squeezed at my chest at having taken so long to realize my feelings. Poor Hades had been so patient, even though he must have found my reluctance frustrating.

  I raised a hand and slid it over his forearm. “There’s nothing I want more right now than you.”

  My gaze lowered down the contours of his body, skipped over the little green flower peeking from his navel, and settled on his thick erection. The pubes surrounding it had also turned green, but Mother’s curse hadn’t affected the redness of his bulbous tip.

  “Give it to me,” I cried.

  His eyes flashed, and he lowered himself down to my body, so his weight rested on his forearms. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

  I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “You could never hurt me.”

  His forearms slid behind my back, so he cradled me to his chest. The heat of his erection pressed into my belly, making me moan.

  Pressing my body against his, I raised my hips and ground into his hot length. “Hades,” I whispered into his ear. “I need you. Always. No matter what happens in our future. But most of all, I need you now.”

  He brought his lips down on mine for a searing kiss that stole my breath. His hips rose, and the tip of his erection lined up with my opening. I tilted toward him, guiding his length, but in one smooth thrust, he entered me to the hilt.

  I screamed into the kiss. No matter how many times we became intimate, how many times I wrapped my fingers around his glorious girth, I always underestimated his size.

  Hades continued the kiss, his hands now sliding down to my ass and gripping both cheeks to hold me in place. The muscles of my core fluttered and twitched around his flesh in an attempt to adjust to the welcome intrusion. It was impossible. Not when pleasure continued to spark at every small movement. Maybe it was the joining of souls, but our bodies were so compatible that no part of me could deny how he made me feel like I was the most important woman in his life.

  “Fuck,” he said into the kiss. “I could stay inside you until the end of time.”

  I slid my hands all the way down his pack and gripped his hard asscheeks. “As long as you move.”

  He drew back from the kiss, staring down at me with his usual confident grin. “Ready for me, Kora?”

  “Always.”

  Hades pulled back, letting my muscles clamp around his shaft. As his huge cock head stretched my opening, a protest rose to my lips.

  “Don’t go,” I murmured.

  “I will be at your side until the end of time.” He thrust back into me, making my back arch and my toes curl. “Even when the world returns to primordial chaos, my atoms will float alongside yours.”

  He kissed me as though this really was his last day on earth and continued thrusting in and out of me with a frenzy that made me cling to his back. It was wild, unbridled, and like being torn apart, only to reform stronger, and so certain in his love for me that it was as absolute as the rising setting of the sun.

  Silver power filled my vision, and my body was a lightning storm of magic. Hades continued to pound into me with desperate abandon.

  “I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” His deep voice echoed through my skull.

  My reply was an incoherent moan. I wanted to see his face, wanted to look in his eyes, but the magic was too dense. It was even more intense than the first time we connected power in Persephone’s garden, except this time, I couldn’t feel any of his love for her—only the intensity of his emotions for me.

  Electricity crackled around our bodies, and every nerve ending came alive, along with a tingling, rippling pleasure that Hades drove into me with relentless strokes. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, thrusting against him as the sensations built and built in intensity.

  At that moment, every inch of my skin became an erogenous zone, and Hades’ body thrusting against mine was pushing me toward a high precipice.

  “Hades,” I moaned out a stream of gibberish as one particularly deep thrust made my walls clamp so tightly that he stopped moving.

  He growled in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight right now with your pussy squeezing me harder than any fist. Is that what you want? For me to cum inside you and fill you with my spunk?”

  I panted in his ear, my brain unable to form sentences.

  His thrusts became shallower, hitting a sensitive spot over and over until the pleasure mounted. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but cling onto his neck and take everything he had promised to give me and more.

  “Come, Kora,” he said in a voice of sin. “I want to feel you clench and convulse around my cock.”

  The words set off a chain reaction that had my consciousness tumbling from the sky. A lightning ball of pleasure took root in my core, shooting out bolts of ecstasy that reached as far as my toes. I pulsed and tensed around his thick length, my nails digging into the hard flesh of his ass.

  Hades’ erection swelled inside me, and he came with a shudder and a deep moan. Hot spurts of fluid filled my channel as I continued to clamp around his girth.

  “I could die this instant, and my life would be fulfilled,” he murmured.

  The lightning storm around us faded, and my orgasm ebbed enough to clear my mind. “Hades.” I raised a hand to his face. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

  “Disgraceful!
” A familiar voice tore away my last vestiges of pleasure. “This is why you ran from your mother?”

  Hades scrambled off me and summoned his bident. “Demeter,” he snarled. “Come to gloat?”

  I glanced from side to side, looking for Mother, Persephone, or anyone else in the room. A tulip-shaped flower rose from the foot of the bed and stared at us through a pair of googly eyes.

  Its petals opened, revealing a maw of sharp teeth. “I came to give my disgusting daughter a message.”

  My jaw dropped, and I clutched the silk sheet to my chest.

  Was Mother possessing the plant?

  Chapter Three

  I glowered at the foot of the bed at the monstrous flower Mother had somehow managed to possess. The wretched thing sprouted a pair of long leaves that it now used as arms, which curled at the end to place on its imaginary hips.

  “What a wanton display.” The monstrous flower said in Mother’s voice, “And you were leaking magic everywhere.”

  “Is that what you’ve been reduced to, Demeter?” Hades snarled. “Spying on your own daughter having sex with her husband of thirty thousand years?”

  The flower shook its head. “You debauched my little girl. She has lost her innocence.”

  “Mother,” I snapped. “You’re going to undo whatever you’ve done to Hades, or—”

  “Or what, Kora? You’ll continue defiling yourself with this disgusting pervert?” Mother raised the flower’s pointed leaf and wagged an imaginary finger. “This is for the best. When Hades succumbs to the parasites I’ve installed in his body, he’ll no longer feel the need to continue defiling what’s mine.”

  “You’re sick,” I spat.

  The flower’s leaves sagged. “No, darling. You are.”

  I clenched my teeth, rage burning through my veins, and was about to retort when Mother added, “The body you’re wearing is about to disintegrate through the sheer force of magic you’ve consumed.” Her voice broke. “When that happens, the enchantments holding your soul together will unravel, and I’ll spend several centuries trying to piece you together again.”