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Nemesis’s choice of words almost made Hera choke on nothing but air. Want. Need. She wasn’t certain they were correct, because she felt she’d combust if Nemesis didn’t touch her.
A languid hand lifted her skirt, the long flowing material that normally felt pleasant now abraded her skin. Nemesis took her time, her fingers pulling the skirt upward. One of her knees rested on the bed, and Hera craved her weight.
“Hurry…”
Her answer was a chuckle. An obscene-sounding chuckle.
“Impatient. So used to being catered to.”
Hera lifted an eyebrow.
“You are catering to me, Revenge. Get to it.”
The fingers suddenly clutched the skirt, the material giving in, rending at the seam. Hera felt the cold air of the room on her exposed legs.
The bodice had already been mangled and was therefore easily disposed of by strong hands.
Both knees on the bed, now, Nemesis just watched, fully dressed, those damn suspenders, those fucking gorgeous eyes. Hera wet her lips. Nemesis followed the motion of the tongue.
“You’re beautiful. Every day, you move through the world, the absolute Empress. You own every room. Every palace. Everyone bows to your presence, Your Majesty.”
Nemesis’s fingers caressed her chest, circling nipples. Hera almost lost her breath, the touch careful and gentle. But it was the voice, the words that slipped under her skin, into her bloodstream.
“And yet, everything pales compared to how you look now. Debauched. Fucked. Spread. At my fingertips. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous. At my total mercy, and yet, as powerful as you are. Your Majesty.”
The tenderness in the voice made Hera’s chest ache. Two words. Her title. Said in that voice. Hera felt her world narrowing. She closed her eyes before it became just this one person, just this one Goddess, just this one woman.
The fingers at her breasts pinched her nipples. Nemesis was suddenly between her spread legs, leaning over her, her mouth replacing the fingers, greedy yet restrained. Hera moaned, the pull of teeth and lips almost unbearable. Even more unbearable was the thought that it would stop.
Nemesis did not stop. Instead, Hera felt her hair caress her abdomen, the direction unmistakable. And then, she felt the hot breath at her already sensitive core.
Nemesis blew on the wet lips, and Hera squirmed, keeping her eyes closed. She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready yet…
“Look at me.”
The command was precise. Clear. Hera had no choice but to obey, despite knowing it would lead to her very doom. When she met Nemesis’s tumultuous blue eyes, she knew she was lost.
“Look at me as I take you, don’t close your eyes.”
The first touch of the skilled tongue almost made her break the command, but she bit her lip and kept watching herself be devoured. As Nemesis licked and kissed and sucked, Hera lost her thoughts, her breath, her ability to reason.
The second orgasm hit her, catching her unawares, and still Nemesis did not lift her head.
“You can take one more. One more. For me.”
The third time, Hera did scream. And it was Nemesis’s name. Her last thought before the crest took her was that maybe she wasn’t lost. Maybe she had just been found.
9
WHERE PILLOW TALK IS SHARED (AND THE EMPRESS FINDS HERSELF ENCHANTED… AND IT’S HER TURN TO PROVIDE SATISFACTION…)
“So you own Zeus’s company now.”
Naked, eating grapes out of a big bowl while reclining on a completely destroyed bed, Hera watched Nemesis walk into the bedroom carrying two glasses of orange juice, the ice cubes clinking cheerfully.
“Why? Do you want it? You can have it.”
Hera shrugged, but the little tug in her chest did not allow her to make it nonchalant. Instead, it came out jerky, and Nemesis gave her a long look.
