روايات وقصص ضمن Persephone And Hades Romance Books

"Do not touch me." The hall quieted. He laughed. "Still pretending? Who else would you choose? Cassian Hadeion? The last scrap of Hades, hidden in the shadow wing because even Olympus cannot decide whether to pity him or fear him?" Several guests laughed with him. "He cannot stand in the sun without looking half-dead," Apollo went on. "His underworld wings were shattered in the chariot fall that killed his parents. Some say he will never fly again. Some say the darkness broke more than that. Is that the husband you want, Persephone?"

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

My right hand gripped her hip firmly with my thumb massaging her back in calming circles. She relaxed into my hold, her legs parting and her back resting against my chest as she enjoyed my touch. Good girl. A growl formed in my throat as my hand slid across her skin, moving to the front of the cotton shorts she had slept in. The band was elastic, giving way as the tips of my fingers moved beneath it slowly. Seraphina let out a small whimper, and her breathing picked up as the smell of her desire thickened around us. That's my girl.

Corlette continued sounding more mad as she went. She turns to Ares. "The moon goddess made Rue stumble on that flower on purpose. She needed her to give you the gift of immortality. You see it was not a coincidence that Rue was lured there. The moon goddess needed her far away from Mericel and Zefer. She needed her to find you. You were destined to be mated, lived many lives together. Your souls are connected deeply." "Why did she gift me immortality?" Ares asked.

“Where have I heard that name from?” “Persephone is the Goddess of Spring and the daughter of Zeus and Demeter's daughter.” She hands Carmine Chickpea. “You know Idris is correct about incest. After all, Demeter is his sister. Persephone is also married to her uncle Hades or Pluto whatever name you prefer to call him. And has a son named Zagareus and a daughter named Melinoe with him.” Wisdom doesn’t stop walking. Carmine stares at Wisdom wondering how she knows all of this about the Greek Gods. Then he chalked it up as she must have studied it in school.

The meek, quiet woman who had withered in the Temple of Light was gone forever. "You are beautiful, Lyra," Hades said, appearing behind me. His eyes were full of awe. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. "Today, all the realms will witness you become my one and only, to share my throne and my eternity." When Hades and I walked side-by-side into the grand hall, the gods of Olympus were already assembled. Their faces were a mixture of astonishment and a complex, veiled discomfort. After all, just a few months ago, I had been Apollo's betrothed.

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

“Oh God!” I suck harder, palming the other one all while still rocking against her and she moves her hips against me, trying to hit my dick with each jerk of her hips. I drag my lips from her nipple and drag my nose up her skin, her perfume and the scent of her arousal surrounding me and making me feel even more drunk than I think I might be. I want her so fucking bad and it’s to the point where I don’t know if I care about the repercussions that come with it.

Carlisle was easier than the alternative. Carlisle was warmth and certainty and the specific devastating pleasure of a body that had been awake for weeks and was not willing to go back to sleep, and all of that was louder than the stone in my stomach when I was inside it, when his hands were on me, when the library firelight was the only thing in the world.

Arsen hovered, lips brushing, teeth nipping lightly, whispering rough, husky words that made my pulse spike. Time ceased to exist. Breath, laughter, whispers, soft moans—an endless rhythm. I shivered under Nikolai’s lips, burned under Nadei’s teasing hands, grounded in Nial’s deliberate touch, ignited by Arsen’s husky murmurs. Every kiss, every touch, every low whisper became sacred. They worshiped me, claimed me, adored me, made me gasp, shiver, tremble, laugh.