Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 41

[Erotic Scene Ahead]

Eve~

My heart raced. I didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer. His words slithered into my mind, wrapping around the remnants of my self-control like vines. The fever was still thrumming through me, making my skin oversensitive, every touch magnified a hundredfold. I should have stopped him—gods, I should’ve screamed at him to leave—but when his hands slid over my body again, gentle yet insistent, I was lost.

His lips found my neck again, trailing teasing kisses down my collarbone. My breath hitched, the heat between my legs growing unbearable. His fingers grazed over my hips, and even that slight touch had me biting back a moan, my body far too responsive, far too sensitive.

I arched into him again, hating how desperately I wanted more. "Hades…" I tried to form words, but they came out as nothing more than a shaky whisper.

His mouth found my breast again, but this time, with his eyes covered, it was different. It was more intense, every sensation heightened by the fever. His tongue flicked over my nipple before he bit into it, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed as a rush of heat surged through me. He grabbed both breasts and pulled both nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing so hard that I nearly exploded from the pressure. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

His hand trailed lower, slipping between my thighs, and when his fingers brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves there, I cried out, my whole body trembling.

"You are so fucking soaked, Red," he murmured as his fingers slipped into my wet, throbbing heat.

I grabbed his wrist, unsure if I wanted to push him away or guide him deeper. The heat pooling in my core was unbearable, and despite the haze clouding my thoughts, part of me knew this was wrong. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be this close to him, letting him unravel me in ways I’d never known possible. But every touch, every graze of his fingers sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me, erasing all sense of logic.

"Red, I’ve barely started," he rasped, his voice rough. His fingers moved in slow circles, teasing, coaxing, and it took everything in me not to beg for more. My body arched involuntarily, hips seeking more of that delicious friction, and he chuckled darkly against my skin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me.

His mouth found mine, kissing me with a bruising intensity that left me breathless. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only feel—his hands, his mouth, the overwhelming heat of him pressing against me. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back, the fever clouding everything but the need burning through me.

His fingers moved faster, harder, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through me that built and built until I was teetering on the edge. "Hades…" I whimpered his name again, my voice breaking, and he growled in response, his lips curling into a wicked smile against my skin as he curled his fingers inside me. I could have sobbed.