Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I drag my mouth along her jaw to her ear. “Tell me what you want, Wife.”
“You know what I want.” She grabs my forearm, her sharp nails pricking me through my shirt. “Don’t you dare stop. I say yes, Zeus. Just…yes.” The last as I undo her pants and slip a hand inside.
She’s so wet she’s soaked her panties. If I were a different person, if she were, I would rub the proof of how much she wants the husband she claims to hate in her face. I know better. To do that is to lose her. My Hera is a prideful, vicious creature and she’d rather never touch me again than allow me even a sliver of perceived power over her.
She might run cold and furious, but she melts for me the moment I press two fingers into her molten heat. Her gasp sears me right down to my soul. If she’d allow it, I would merely watch her expression as I pick her apart at the seams, would drink in every little sound, every shift, everything.
Since that truly is one intimacy too many, I claim her mouth again. In the months we’ve shared a bed, I’ve learned what Hera likes, how she claws me hard enough to bleed when I hook my fingers deep inside her, how she whimpers at the feel of the heel of my hand against her clit.
In all that time, though, we’ve never done this outside of the bedroom. I know there’s no risk of someone walking through the door, not with that bastard Ixion guarding it, and that knowledge alights something new inside me. He’s protecting us from observation while I fuck my wife, the woman he wants as his own.
I nip her bottom lip and move back to murmur in her ear. “What will your lover think of me claiming you like this where anyone could see?”
“Zeus…” Her whole body clenches as I coax her closer and closer to orgasm. “Please… Please.”
She hates it when I affect her enough to make her beg. I’ll be punished for this pleasure later, but in this moment I can’t bring myself to give a fuck. For the first time in days, I’m only thinking of her and not everything that continues to go wrong. “I’ll give you anything you ask for.” I wish it wasn’t the truth. I lower my voice. “Come for me, Wife. You’re almost there.”
She clenches around me, her pussy fluttering in a way that makes me growl. My cock is so hard, I’m distantly concerned I might be doing permanent damage with it trapped in my slacks. As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Hera drops her hands from my arm to scramble at my pants. “Take them off. Take them off right now.”
I open my eyes and look around. The windows in this place are too damn large. Even if no one can come inside, there’s little to shield us from onlookers. I’m not sure I care. Not when I’m finally feeling instead of thinking. I allow her to undo my pants and pull my cock out.
Hera lightly drags her nails down my length, her eyes still closed. “Stop thinking so hard.”
“I’m not thinking of anything but you, Wife.” I pull her onto my lap with her back against my chest—a tight fit with the table—and shove her clothing down around her thighs. Just enough that she can lift herself and I can guide her back onto my cock. Even as close to coming as she was, she still has to squirm her way down my length, taking me one slow inch at a time.
It’s intoxicating to watch, even more so to feel. We never have sex in the day, saving our duty for the late night, the lights all doused. I never get to see her. It’s a power play, but it’s an effective one. Too effective.
Right now, witnessing her sliding down my cock, it’s everything I can do not to come before she gets a chance to take me completely. I grab her hips and yank her down onto me, earning a breathy moan in the process.
I can’t afford to lose control, to forget the truth of this situation. She may be my wife, but she’s the enemy nonetheless. I slide a hand around her to press between her thighs, right against her clit, and catch her chin with my other hand, turning her face toward me. Her eyes are still closed. “Does your lover fuck you like this, Wife?”
She parts her lips slowly, as if coming out of a dream. I stroke her clit, undermining her ability to answer. Hera licks her lips, and I realize too late that I never should have given her this weapon to use against me. Jealousy has always cut both ways. “Yes,” she murmurs. “Ixion fucks me until I lose track of how many times I come.”