CHAPTER 126: SO FUCKING PERFECT

Hades took the knife and sliced a generous piece of the cake, placing it on a porcelain plate. But instead of handing her a fork, he took one himself, scooping a bit of the soft cake onto it.

"Open your mouth," he whispered.

Before Lilith could think better of it, her lips parted, her heart thundering in her chest. Hades lifted the fork slowly, his gaze smoldering as he fed her the bite.

Rich, molten chocolate coated her tongue, but it wasn’t the taste that made her knees w beaken. It was the way he watched her as she chewed... as though he wished to devour her whole.

Her breath stuttered. "I... I can feed myself."

A dark chuckle rumbled in his throat. "But I much prefer this." Lilith’s cheeks flamed.

"Is it good?" he asked, eyes lingering on her mouth.

She swallowed thickly. "Very."

"Another," he murmured.

He fed her again, leaning in closer this time. His breath brushed her cheek, his scent wrapped around her senses. His fingers grazed her lips now and then, lingering a second too long. Each bite became a tease, his gaze locked to her mouth as it parted and closed around the fork.

When her fingers trembled slightly in her lap, he noticed.

"You’re nervous," he said softly.

"No," she lied, though her voice betrayed her.

Hades smiled darkly. As she swallowed another bite, he leaned in even closer, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth, catching a smear of chocolate with the tip of his tongue.

She gasped, eyes wide.

He pulled back only enough to speak. "Liar," he whispered, voice rough with desire. His gaze flicked downward, to her lips. "The chocolate does taste better on you."

Her breath hitched sharply.

Lilith’s heart felt as though it would burst. "Your Highness..." she whispered.

Hades fed her another bite, then another, until she could take no more. Her hand lifted, fingers resting on his wrist, stilling his movement.

"I... I think I’m full," she whispered.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Are you?" he murmured.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lilith replied.

He set the fork aside, leaning back slightly, his gaze consuming her like flame. "Well... I’m not full yet. Indeed far from it."

Lilith swallowed hard. The look in his eyes told her what was coming was dangerous, and her pulse raced in anticipation. "What... what else do you want?" she whispered.

"Something much better than food." His voice was dark and sinful. He tilted his head slightly, studying her flushed face. "Do you trust me, Lilith?"

Such a simple question, yet so dangerous. Deep down, she knew what he wanted. She knew it was wrong and Inappropriate. And yet her voice answered before her mind could catch up.

"Yes," she breathed.

Something dark and primal flickered in his eyes. Without another word, he stood and reached for her. His hands found her waist, drawing her gently from the chair, guiding her back until she felt the solid edge of the long table against her hips.

Her breath caught.

"Sit," he commanded softly.

With trembling hands, she obeyed, letting him lift her effortlessly onto the polished surface. Her heart pounded so violently she was certain he could hear it.

Remaining seated between her parted legs, Hades rested his palms on her bare calves beneath the hem of her dress. His fingers sliding up, tracing her skin, his touch sending shivers racing through her entire body.

Lilith’s head spun.

"Your Highness..." she whispered, voice breaking as she arched slightly under the ghosting brush of his fingers behind her knees, touches so light they left her aching for more.

"Shhh." His voice was a rough caress. "I am a starving man, Lilith. Only your taste can quench my hunger."

Before she could process those words, his hands slid higher, hooking beneath her thighs and dragging her to the very edge of the table, until she was fully at his mercy.

She whimpered as he gathered the folds of her gown, lifting them higher... and higher, baring her thighs to the cool air and his burning gaze.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, palms smoothing up her legs in a slow motion. "Are you hurting?"

"N-no," she managed to say.

"Good." His lips brushed against the sensitive skin above her knee. "You must tell me if you’re hurting."

Lilith moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as his mouth traveled higher, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the insides of her thighs.

Her fingers found his wrist, gripping it lightly in a half-hearted attempt to still his movement.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his mouth now hovering near her ear, breath hot against her neck.

A whimper escaped her. "I... don’t know."

He chuckled darkly. "You must choose, darling. If you are uncomfortable, I will stop. But if you want this, let go of my hands."

Lilith looked down at her trembling fingers and slowly released his wrist.

A low sound of approval rumbled in his throat. Slowly, he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck, no kiss, merely resting his lips there. Then the lightest brush of his tongue, tracing the wild pulse beneath her skin.

He grazed her with his teeth, then sucked and nibbled with such aching gentleness that her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in slightly.

"Hades," she gasped.

"Say my name again." His voice was raw with restraint. His lips trailed lower, to the hollow of her collarbone. His fingers dug into the softness of her thighs, trembling faintly with his own battle for control.

"Hades," she whispered again, a sound caught between a plea and a warning.

A guttural groan escaped him. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. Desire burned in his eyes, but beneath it flickered something softer.

"I could take you here," he said hoarsely. "Fucking ruin you on this table... tasting and claiming every inch of you." His words sent heat pooling low in her belly. "But..."

He drew in a ragged breath, as though it pained him. "...I won’t."

She blinked, dazed, lips parted. "Why?" she managed to whisper.

"Because if I do," he said, voice rough, "I won’t stop. And tonight... I want to savor you without regret. I want to take my time and make you feel things you’ve never felt before."

When he reached the edge of her undergarments, he hooked his fingers beneath them and glanced up. "If you want me to stop, say it now."

But Lilith could barely form words. Her body had already betrayed her, arching toward him of its own accord.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" he prompted, his gaze never leaving hers. "I need your full consent, darling, before I taste you."

"Please... I don’t want you to stop," Lilith breathed, face burning, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.

A dark smile touched his lips. "As you wish, my sweet Lilith."

He settled back on the chair, pulling her legs gently over his shoulders, positioning her with care.

A low growl vibrated from his throat as he slid the final barrier away and lowered his mouth between her thighs.

Lilith almost instinctively tried to close her legs at the first breath of heat against her cunt, but his hands held her open.

"You smell so divine," he murmured. Lilith squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch. Her fingers fisted the fabric of her dress at her sides.

Hades groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core. "So fucking sweet," he murmured. "So fucking perfect."

His hands held her hips firmly in place as he licked between her folds, coating his tongue with her slick wetness. He took his time, savoring every taste, every reaction until his mouth found her clit. At first, he sucked softly, teasing her with slow, deliberate flicks. But soon his movements grew deeper, hungrier, more demanding.

Lilith couldn’t contain her moans now. They tore from her throat as her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, holding him to her as the prince worshipped her body with expert skill. His tongue moved with delicious precision, every stroke driving her higher, every subtle shift hitting the exact spot that made her back arch and a shudder tear through her.

Her toes curled. Breath came in short, desperate pants as sensation built fast and sharp in her veins, coiling tighter with every second. She could feel tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks.

Each helpless sound she made, each moan, whimper, and gasp only drove Hades further. He wanted to consume her entirely, to feel her unravel for him. Lifting his gaze, he watched the raw bliss etched across her face. But as his eyes flicked toward the doorway, they caught on a sudden movement.

The door had creaked open.

Kathryn stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, lips parted in silent shock as she stared at the scene before her, her face burning with fury and disbelief.

If Hades hadn’t been so thoroughly lost in Lilith’s taste, he might’ve offered the other woman a wicked smirk. But nothing would stop him now. His only focus was Lilith, the way she writhed beneath him, her thighs trembling as she clutched his hands still gripping her hips.

"H-Hades, I...." Her voice was a desperate gasp.

"Let go," he commanded, voice thick with need. "I want to feel you cum all over my tongue."

And she did.

Her body shattered under the relentless heat of his mouth, her cries echoing through the empty dining room as her climax tore through her in helpless, uncontrollable waves. Her legs quaked, her fingers clung to him as though she might fall apart, her mind lost in pure, blissful oblivion.