Hand of the Goddess ✔️

Chapter 26: Chimera

**Author's note: This chapter is the reason why I rated this book as mature. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion.**

He caresses her face, sliding his fingers from the apple of her cheek to the edge of her lips. His touch, although light as a feather, still made her shiver.

"I didn't think I had this effect on you," he said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

How else was she supposed to react when the boy she liked wouldn't let her sleep in her own bed? The Lord was adamant about not letting her leave his sight.

"You know I can protect myself, right?"

"Then why are you in my bed?" He pulls her close so that they are spooning.

"Because you make me feel safe," she said, snuggling closer to him. "Besides, the extra protection of a demon lord doesn't hurt."

"I'm not sure I can protect you," he whispered.

She turns around so that she's facing him. "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid that I'll hurt you. I'm still trying to get used to being a demon. And ..." He trails off, afraid to meet her eyes.

"And?"

"And I have all these sinful thoughts about you," he confessed. "Thoughts I'm not proud of."

At that moment, she wished he could read her mind to see all things she wanted him to do to her. Instead, she grabs his chin and gently tilts his head towards her.

"You shouldn't be ashamed," she said. "I have the same thoughts."

His mismatched eyes darken. "You shouldn't tempt me like this. Don't lie to me."

"I want you," she said. "And if you can't handle that, I'll go back to my own bed."

Suddenly, he was on top of her, burying his head in her neck and holding her like she was a life raft in the open sea. She gasps, stunned by his ferocity.

"Stay," he whispered, his voice no longer gentle. His grip tightens, desperate and wild.

"What do you want to do to me?" Her body trembles in anticipation.

"What will you let me do to you?" His breath fanned her ear, making her shudder.

"Anything," she said. And that was all the permission he needed.

Slowly, he slips her dress off her shoulders, exposing her chest. His hands close over her breasts, his touch hesitant at first. But soon, his fingers went from skimming over her skin to kneading, fully massaging her boobs. He places his lips on her neck, softly sucking on her skin. She tilts her head, granting him more access which he gladly took advantage of. He takes a piece of her skin between his teeth, making her toes curl. A low moan escapes her mouth and she can feel him grinning against her neck.

"Somebody feels good," he murmured. "Want me to try something that might make you feel even better?"

She nods and he pulls her up into a sitting position. He grabs a few handkerchiefs, tying her wrists to the bedpost. She tests the restraints, pleased to find that her wrists were fastened tightly to the bed.

"Do you enjoy making the girls you've been with your prisoners?" she asked playfully.

"Only the naughty ones," he said. "I've been wanting to do this to you ever since I caught you wearing my pants." He yanks her dress past her hips, tossing it to the floor.

"Much better," he said, his eyes taking in her naked body.

She cringes under his brazen gaze, afraid that he'd be put off by her large hips and stomach rolls. To her surprise, she found no sign of disgust in his eyes. Rather, she was met with a look of hunger on his face that made her blush fiercely.