Free Darklight by Jill Myles Page A

with his, and they lay like that for long moments. Then he stroked his tongue deep into her mouth again and repeated the motion with a flex of his hips, driving his cock deeper inside her.
    She gave a little gasp against his mouth.
    “Did you like that?”
    She nodded, her eyes wide. Her tongue licked against his again, encouraging him. He flicked his tongue into her mouth once more, pumping into her with his hips. She moaned against his lips. “You’re so deep inside me.”
    “I am,” he rasped. “Inside my beautiful love.”
    She quivered at that, her breasts bouncing, and he withdrew slowly, then sank back into her again. This time there was no flinch of pain, and he began to slowly, deliciously make love to his goddess. His strokes were sure and even, his pace steady as his mind focused solely on her and giving her pleasure.
    Persephone was tentative at first, then began to raise her hips in time with his, until she was rising to meet him with each one, their skin slapping with the impact of every motion. Her breasts bounced with the rough fucking, but she seemed to love it, small whimpers of need rising from her throat with every hard thrust of his cock. Her fingers went to her breasts and she began to stroke her nipples in time with his movements.
    She needed more. He’d give her more.
    He grabbed one of the pillows next to her head and lifted her hips, then stuffed the pillow under their joined bodies. She looked at him curiously as her hips tilted up. When he thrust the next time, though, her eyes widened, her mouth forming a silent O of surprise.
    “Did that feel good?” There was a spot inside a woman that if he stroked against it when he fucked her, it would make her wild. Normally he didn’t care enough about his partners to find it.
    With Persephone, though, it was different.
    “I…I don’t know.”
    So he thrust again, and all the breath whooshed out of her lungs. He’d take that as a yes. He began to slam into her again, hard and rocking their joined bodies backward, and he felt the change in Persephone. There was a tension in her legs now, her fingers gripping him tight, and her motions as she clung to him jerky, as if she were on the verge again already.
    And she was making soft, wild little noises in her throat at each thrust, her eyes squeezed tight with pleasure.
    He thrust harder, and faster, determined to make her come. It didn’t take long. She dragged one hand from his back and tugged at her nipple again, and her mouth opened in another O. But this time she screamed, her pussy clenching tight around him in hard, heavy spasms. She was coming, and she was coming hard.
    Hades thrust harder, teeth gritted as he struggled to maintain control. He could not; he was lost. “Persephone!” he cried out as he sank deep into her again and came, spurting his seed deep inside her. His entire body stiffened and then he fell on top of her, spent.
    Her arms trembled and then slowly wrapped around his neck again. He was sweaty, he
    noticed. She was sweaty, too. And smiling. There was a dazed, content expression on her face, and she leaned in to lightly lick one of the beads of sweat off his nose.
    “How long before we can do that again?” she asked, her voice a low, pleased purr.
    She’d make an amazing queen, indeed. He chuckled and kissed her skin everywhere he could reach. Just before he was drifting off to sleep with her body curled against his, she sighed and whispered something into his ear.
    “My name is Rose.”
    ~*~
    Hours later, Rose woke up, the large, muscular body of Hades draped over hers. The sheets on the bed had long ago been tossed to the ground. She slid out of the bed inch by inch, careful not to awaken him from his slumber. Then, when she’d crept out of the bed, she glanced back to look at him.
    He was beautiful in his sleep, as handsome and sculpted as a marble statue. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight and she crossed her fingers. Please, please let him