Nights Burn With Regret — by Nathan Perez 8

“Oh, don’t look so sad,” he said, brushing his nose lightly against he thin fabric between my legs. I shivered as he took it off. “ You might have worn it for him, but someone better is going to take it off.” 

He inhaled slowly, like he was savoring my scent. 

“Let’s hope,” he whispered, his lips grazing me through the lace, you taste as good as you smell.” 

His tongue flicked over my slit, tasting me. I gasped, my head falling back. “Oh my God!” 

Hades groaned against me like he liked the sound, and it spurred on. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, holding me in place, his tongue dragging through my folds. He licked me with log, lazy strokes at first, savoring it, circling the sensitive bud of my clit before sucking it softly into his mouth. 2 

My knees buckled. I couldn’t stay still, my hips trembled under the pressure, caught between the urge to pull away and the desperate need to press closer. I didn’t even know what I craved mre. 

2/4 

Get on your trees and beg prat 

+25 Bonus 

“Stay still,” he murmured, lips brushing against me. “Let me taste all of you, princess.” 

I thought I couldn’t take any more, until I felt his tongue flick over that sensitive bundle of nerves again, followed by the firm press of his finger. 

“H-hades!” My back arched as he slid it into me, inch by inch, the sensation impossibly perfect. 

“Ah, you’re clenching against my finger. Relax.” His tongue never stopped moving. It circled my clit while his finger pushed deeper, curling slightly as if searching for something. 1 

He found it. 

“Ah-!” I gasped. 

That smug, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat again, and the vibrations only made me tremble. 

“So this is it,” he mused. He didn’t wait. His tongue slid over the spot, his finger thrusting into that part. My body welcomed him, wet and aching, my walls clenching around him like I didn’t want to let him go. A second finger joined the first. 

He worked them in carefully, filling me more, the stretch making my legs tremble. His tongue picked up speed again, licking me like he was desperate to taste every reaction. 

“Oh my God… Hades…” I moaned, fingers fisting his hair, my body so far gone I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. I was already a moaning mess. 

Every movement of his fingers hit a spot that made my entire body light up, and his tongue was ruthless, unrelenting, flicking, sucking, rolling in ways that had my thighs shaking and my breath leaving me in frantic gasps. 

“Look at you,” he murmured against me, his voice low and hungry “So wet, so fucking tight.” 

He pushed in deeper, his fingers curling again, stroking that perfect spot inside me while his tongue never left my clit. 

I cried out, hips bucking, my body greedy for more friction. 

My legs wrapped around his head instinctively, holding him in place, not that he was going anywhere. He wanted this. I could feel it in the way he moved, the way he worshipped me with every stroke. 

I felt my body clenched around his fingers, and I was close, so close I could barely form thoughts. 

“Hades, I-” 

His eyes locked with mine from between my thighs. “Be a good girl and come.” 

That was all it took. 

I came hard. The orgasm tore through me. I cried out his name, my body pulsing around his fingers, my back arching off the table. And still, he didn’t stop. 

His fingers slowed inside me, his mouth pressing one final, lingering kiss to my oversensitive clit before he finally pulled away. 

I was panting, dazed, limbs trembling, too wrung out to move. 

He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then ran his tongue across his bottom lip, savoring me. 

His blue eyes had darkened, and his chest rose and fell with every breath. 

That look. 

God, that look on his face was wild. Like he’d just discovered something he wanted to ruin slowly. As if he’d found something dangerous and delicious and couldn’t wait to sink his teeth in. 

He reached for his shirt, and my breath caught as he unbuttoned it then shrugged it off. 

My eyes dragged down his body, helpless. The hard lines of muscle the curve of his shoulders, the sharp cut of his abs. 

3/4 

proves and big princess 

+25 Bonus 

Fuck. 

Coiled along the side of his stomach, slithering low and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, was a tattoo of a snake. It was black, detailed, and so fucking sensual 

Normally, I wasn’t into tattoos. Either the artist was a damn genius, or anything just looked good on him. 

My thighs clenched. Even after coming, the sight of him still made me ache with need. 

He caught my stare, smirked, and reached for his belt, fingers moving like he had all the time in the world. The leather slid free with a low, teasing sound. 

“Now that I’ve got you to relax…” He paused, letting the belt fall to the floor with a soft clink. “It’s time for you to get on your knees and beg, princess. I am a man of my words after all.”