The Dragon King’s Substitute Bride
Chapter 76

HERA

Skies above...

This kiss is different, nearly blinding in its intensity.

My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel my knees growing weak, giving way beneath me but he holds me up, one strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist.

There is a frenzied nature to the way his mouth moves against mine.

An urgency in the way he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, tasting it with his tongue, making me gasp and moan into his mouth as sensation after sensation of scorching heat travels through my body.

It is almost impossible to think with him kissing me like this, the scent of him, heady and intoxicating.

No one should be allowed to do this.

It feels insane, criminal even, the way he fills my senses and blocks out everything else but the feeling of his mouth on mine.

He kisses me like he is hungry... starving... like I am air and he is a man dying.

Clouding my thoughts and increasing the sudden wetness between my legs until I am afraid the evidence of my desire is about to start running down my thighs.

He wraps my hair around his hand, then he tugs it firmly and when I gasp at the pleasant shock I feel, he slides his tongue in and the taste of him in my mouth, hot and wild and possessive, completely wipes away whatever common sense I have left. By Zeus this man is going to be my downfall.

And I do not even care.

I wind my arms around his neck, savoring the growling sound he makes low in his throat when I push my body against him.

I bite his lower lip gently and he groans into my mouth.

"Gods Hera..."

A draft of cold night air is blowing in from the open window right across the door but I can barely feel it.

His hands are...everywhere.

Down my arms...over my back...brushing the curve of my breasts...

They travel and explore, refusing to stay still and leaving a trail of burning desire everywhere they touch until every part of me is quite literally set on fire.

I feel utterly vulnerable and incredibly powerful all at once, drowning in the essence that is the dragon king.

And yet it does not feel enough, not even close.

Realizing how close I had come to never seeing him again, never hearing him say my name in that deep, slightly exasperated way...all the worrying and the not knowing... I need this.

I need him.

His mouth slides away from mine but I pull him back, his deep chuckle becoming a moan when I deepen the kiss even more.

He breaks the kiss again but my murmurs of protest die when I feel what his hands are doing.

Somewhere along the line, my cloak has come lose, falling to a dark puddle at my feet.

He rests his fore head against mine and presses me into the door as both hands trail south, lifting up the folds of my dress. "Hera..."

His breath feels hot on the side of my neck.

He kisses me there, biting gently then sucking on the skin; pain and pleasure melting into one until my brain feels nearly blank from the sheer madness of it all.

How is this even possible?

My mouth parts in a soundless gasp when I feel his hands, rough and callused and large, slip beneath my dress, running up the sides of my thighs to cup my cheeks, squeezing the roundness between his fingers. "Heavens knows I tried so hard to stay away from you..."

Tiny, butterfly like kisses in the hollow of my neck... along my collar bone.

"Why..."

Breathless...needy...whoever this new Hera is, she sounds nothing like me. "...Why...did you want to stay away from me...?"

He smirks, placing a kiss on my jaw.

"You mean a reason besides the fact that you stole your way into my realm?"

I roll my eyes and slap at his arm, loving the way his chuckle, deep and rumbling sounds when his lips are pressed against my skin.

"Tell me..."

"Because you were a distraction...an impossibly beautiful one...but a distraction none the less."

I bite my lips to stop from smiling foolishly.

"And now, do I no longer distract you?"

"A distraction...no, not anymore."

He raises his head and his eyes when they meet mine are so dark they are barely even gold.

"Now you are dangerously close to becoming an addiction. I can't concentrate on work because I am too busy thinking about you..."

One hand slides around my waist, anchoring me to the firmness of his body.

"...I try to sleep and I am unable to because I am too busy wanting you..."

His other hand slides down between us, dropping another inch with each word until he is circling the heat of my wetness through the thin cloth of my undergarments, barely touching me yet making me shudder and gasp all the same. "...You consume my every waking moment Hera and when I do manage to fall asleep, you plague my dreams so that I wake up craving you, needing the taste of you in my mouth...needing to breathe in your scent and hear your voice." My eyes drift close when his hand slips beneath the band of my shorts and move over the curls of my mound to disappear in the softness between my legs.

"Midas..." I am panting now, shamelessly pressing my centre against his hand.

He leans in, places his mouth against my ear.

"You drive me insane Hera and the worst part of it all... is how badly I never want you to stop."

My heart flutters and soars, a bird in flight.

But then his finger glides against the swollen button of my c**t and all else falls away, fading.

Everything around me, my entire being seems to have been reduced to that one single sensitive point and I forget how to even breathe.

He flicks it...then rubs up and down against it and like ice beneath the burning heat if the sun, I can feel myself melting around his fingers, unable to resist, unable to do anything but give in.

He slides one finger in.

"Oh dear Zeus..."

I grab desperately at his arm, my nails digging into his skin, trying to keep from drowning.

His assault is relentless, unyielding.

He turns his palm up so that his thumb is still stroking my clit even as he slides in another finger, filling me...stretching me out.

I can barely feel my toes touching the floor but it does not matter.

He is holding me up effortlessly even as my hips buck and I twist and writhe against his hand, straining against the fingers invading my core, even as they start to slide faster and faster in and out of me. Then he curls them inside of me and I nearly scream at the shock of blinding pleasure that races through me.

Madness...that is what this is...pure, utter, delicious madness.

Each pump of his hand is asking me to give in and I can feel my walls tightening around his fingers.

Can feel myself getting dangerously closer and closer to falling apart completely.

"Midas...Please..."

I am not even sure what I am begging for.

And through it all he watches me, eyes dark and unreadable, even as his fingers work faster...his thumb stroking feverishly at my clit.

He slides in a third finger.

"Oh my f*****g god...Midas!"

He groans, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his beautiful mouth "f**k I love it when I can make you swear..."

This is it....I can't...there is no...gods above...

But just as I am about to tip over and explode, his fingers slide completely out of me and he pulls his hand away.

It is like a shock, being knocked so violently back to reality and I am left gasping and shivering and very incredibly unsatisfied.

This time I am the one who growls and I start to murmur a complaint or a threat...in this state I can't be sure...but he kisses me, stealing the words from my swollen lips.

Then he pulls back slightly to meet my eyes and whispers into the heated, non-existent space between us.

"Not yet."

And the way he looks at me...gods.

If wanting someone more than you need to breathe is a dangerous path to tow...

Then skies help me, because if that is the case, I am in a lot of trouble

And I can barely bring myself to even care.