Free Darklight by Jill Myles

dark pink with need. He grazed a finger at the entrance of her core even as he continued to lick and suck at her clit, nuzzling her flesh.
    She was wild underneath him, delirious with pleasure. Her words became a moaning cry of his name and something that sounded a bit like “Please” or “More” and was somehow neither.
    Even as he sucked on her clit, he stroked a finger deep inside her. She was as hot and tight as he remembered, and he wanted to get her ready for his cock. She was incredibly wet, though, her flesh giving to his invasion. He was a big man, however, and he added a second finger, gently fucking her with it.
    “Hades,” she keened when he pressed his tongue to her clit. “Oh gods, please, I…”
    He sucked again, hard, even as he gave another sharp, driving thrust of his fingers. Her pussy rippled around his fingers and she gave a little scream as she came, her orgasm rocking through her, pussy milking his fingers tight. Gods, she was incredible.
    Hades licked her for a moment longer, prolonging her orgasm until she was panting and weak under him, her gaze dazed. He moved back up to her and kissed her lightly, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. “You are beautiful, my love.”
    “That was incredible,” she said in a dreamy voice. “Your technique is much better than the man in the field’s.”
    He laughed at her saucy words. “We’re not done yet, my love.” He nestled his cock against her damp sex and rocked against her. The head of his cock was covered in pre-cum, he was so hard and ready for her, but he wanted to make sure she knew what was coming next.
    She brushed her body against his, the movement languid. Her hands ran over his chest, scratching her nails against his skin. “My beautiful lord of the underworld.”
    Hades groaned. She was going to cause him to spend before he could bring her to pleasure again. “This will hurt the first time, love.”
    “I know,” she said softly. “I’m ready.”
    She was—she was wet and willing, her thighs spread for him, her pussy slick from desire.
    But Olympians were not small men, and he knew she would have to adjust to his girth. He shifted, placing the crown of his cock against her damp opening. His gaze moved back to her face, but she was looking up at him with trust and affection. She wanted this as much as he did.
    He sank into her. Just the tip of his cock—she was squeezing him so tightly that he had to go slow. The sensation felt so incredible that it drew the breath from his lungs—and she gasped as well.
    “Do you want me to stop?” he asked through gritted teeth, even though he only had the head sank into her tight sheath.
    “No,” she told him in a breathy voice. “Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”
    He wouldn’t, then. His gaze locked to her green-eyed one, he pushed in, intense inch by intense inch. She bit her lip but said nothing, even as he continued to push into her warmth. She was like a glove over his cock, hugging him so tightly that it was exquisite. His entire body was tense with need—he wanted to pound into her, but that would hurt her.
    And then her skin met his thighs, and he had sunk all the way into her, so deep that her breath was coming in shallow little gasps, her skin stretched tight around his cock. He looked down at their joined bodies and was unable to stop his hips from surging forward.
    She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
    “Do you hurt?”
    “Hurts a little,” she told him, then bit her lip again.
    He remained still, sweat trickling down his brow as he remained in place, determined to give her time to adjust to him. The tight squeeze of her pussy was driving him mad, but he had to ignore it until she was ready for more.
    After a few moments, she gave her hips a tentative flex and then gazed back up at him. “Will you kiss me again?”
    He leaned in and kissed her, stroking his tongue deep into her welcoming mouth. She kissed him back, her tongue twining