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brought you here to be my bride.”
    “You kidnapped me.” There was a hint of outrage in her voice. “Kidnapped me and drugged me. Why would you do that?”
    “You are mine .”
    Her eyes widened in alarm at his possessive tone and her hands moved protectively over her breasts, her thighs clamping shut. “Don’t… don’t hurt me.”
    “I would never hurt you.” Even now, he burned to have her but the sight of her fear was making his need ebb away. “You were unconscious, but I did not touch you. You touched yourself. The flower, it affected you.”
    “Oh…” Her eyes widened in memory and her fingers squeezed over her breasts. A low moan started in her throat again, and one hand stole back between her legs. As he watched, a finger dipped between the slick lips of her sex and then she jerked her hand away as if burned. “God, I’m horny…”
    And her gaze fell to his cock once more, as if fascinated.
    Bold, wonderful Persephone. He grew so hard that he ached. “Persephone,” he rasped,
    passion making his voice raw. “Quit touching yourself and I shall do the same.”
    But she only licked her lips and rocked her hips again, her hand fluttering over her pussy.
    “I… I can’t. I want…” Her breath came in short, sharp pants. “I need this.”
    Lust burned through him but he knew he had to proceed slowly. Persephone was an innocent.
    He’d show her, then. Very, very carefully. “You want to make your body come?”
    Her lips parted at his words, as if fascinated, and she stared at him with hot, hungry eyes.
    She did want him. Incredible.
    Hades stroked his cock slowly, deliberately, watching her gaze drag back to his hard, erect length. He repeated the motion, making a low sound of pleasure in his throat when he did so. “It feels good to touch yourself, Persephone. Have you never done so before?”
    “All the time,” she told him in a purring voice that startled him with its sexuality. Her hand moved back to her pussy and then paused. “Today I couldn’t come, though.”
    “Shall I touch your pussy for you?”
    Her eyes widened. “No!”
    “Then touch yourself.” He stroked his cock again, nearly jerking against his own hand, it felt so good. Her gaze on his cock was driving him wild with need, pre-cum dribbling down the head of his cock and slicking his fingers. “Touch yourself and show me how good it feels.”
    Persephone’s fingers stole back to her breasts and she lightly brushed the curves of them once, then looked back to him for approval.
    “More,” he rasped, working his cock again at the sight. “Move your hand between your
    legs.”
    She seemed to tremble all over. “I… I can’t. It’s just torture.”
    “You can.” When she hesitated, he added, “It would please me.”
    To his vast pleasure, she stole a hand to her thighs and parted them just a fraction.
    “Caress yourself. Run your fingers over your flesh.” When she sucked in a breath and
    obeyed, he groaned inwardly at how sexy it was. “Spread your pussy for me, Persephone.”
    She bit her lip but did as he instructed, and the sight of her pink, glistening flesh made him tug fiercely at his cock, his grip tightening in an effort not to spill his seed.
    “Do you want to touch your clit?” he asked her.
    She nodded eagerly and then Persephone stroked one delicate finger over the small pink bud.
    Immediately she moaned, thrusting her breasts into the air. Just as quickly as she’d touched herself, her hand moved away again.
    “Keep touching yourself,” he told her. “Does it feel good?”
    “Oh, god. So much better than before. Your voice… it’s making me feel…” Her words
    trailed off in a sigh.
    “Tell me how it feels, Persephone. Describe it to me.”
    Entranced by his husky voice, her hand stole back to her clit, and she swiped a finger over it again, her breath sucking in. “Feels like lightning through my body whenever I touch myself.”
    He was going to spill in his hand if he wasn’t