Hot as Hades by Alisha Rai

keep herself from participating, she drew closer and grasped the length of the shaft, taking over the job from him. His hand wrapped around hers for the first few strokes, showing her how he liked it, what pleased him. She picked up his rhythm quickly, and he released her to exact his own delicious torture.
    Her fist tightened involuntarily on him when he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, and he groaned, hastily removing her hand from him. “Did I hurt you?”
    “No. Need to concentrate,” he muttered. He stepped closer, leaned down and replaced his hand with his mouth. The pleasure was a sharp, shooting, almost pain straight to her pussy.
    “How do you taste so good?” he asked, slurring the words against her breast, as if he were drunk on her.
    Her hands passed over his shoulders and back, unable to find a grip on the slick play of flesh and muscle. “Hades…”
    The next few seconds happened in a blur. He growled, the world spun, and she was pressed up against the wall. The stone was cold and hard against her back, while he was hot and hard against her front. Persephone tried to catch her breath as he stepped between her legs, his muscled hips stretching her thighs wide.
    No chance. He gave her no time to adjust, simply bent his knees and pushed up inside of her. He fed her a few inches and stopped when she squirmed on the end of his cock. “How does that feel?”
    “So good.” Better than good. The best she’d had and he hadn’t even started thrusting. Some sense of self-preservation kept her from admitting that aloud.
    Heat poured off him in waves, rivaling the steam of the baths, and he shoved inside of her harder, until she’d taken every inch of him. He barely gave her a chance to adjust before he was groaning, his hips thrusting, his flesh slapping against hers. He grasped her thighs and spread her legs wide so she was utterly open for his fucking, giving her no place to run or hide. His rhythm became wilder, less controlled, transforming into pure rutting.
    He gave one last thrust and a rough groan, arching his back, until he was buried deep. Her pussy clenched down on him as he released inside of her.
    Her thighs were still spread by his hands when his breathing slowed, evened out, and he withdrew. He took one look at her face and gave a slight groan. “Shit. I screwed that up, didn’t I?”
    She winced as she straightened her legs. The muscles felt wobbly and her knees weren’t quite steady, so she braced one hand against his hard forearm and tried to control the trembling. “Not at all.”
    “You’re lying again. You didn’t even come.”
    Okay, maybe she was being a trifle disingenuous. It had been kind of fun to see Hades lose control and take her— her —like an animal in heat, but she could admit to some disappointment at her lack of orgasm. She would have liked to come. She would have really liked to come. In fact, she’d even had sex with him in order to come. “So maybe it wasn’t exactly the best sex I’ve ever had.”
    His brows slammed down over his eyes. “Is that a challenge?”
    “What? No—”
    “Because that was just the tip of my iceberg, baby.”
    How did his arrogance both turn her on and make her want to roll her eyes? “You were the one who said you screwed it up.”
    “And you agreed!”
    All males were crazy. “Listen…”
    “No, you listen.” With a flex of his muscles, he had her picked up in his arms. It felt good to lay against his chest naked. The last time it had happened, when she’d dropped into his lap, she’d been too confused and nervous to appreciate it. His arms were strong around her, and when she laid her head against his chest, she could hear the steady thump of his heart. “Not the best you’ve had…” he muttered. “We’ll see about that.”
    Arguing any further seemed counterintuitive to the needs of her still-aching pussy. If he wanted to be her best lover, who was she to deny him?
    Since they were in the baths and she hadn’t