God of My Dreams (Greek Heroes #1) ✅ Completed

Chapter Twenty: In the Arms of a God

In the Arms of a God

Gwen-Stacey opened her eyes and was instantly greeted by a sight that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She was in an elegant bedroom done in rich reds and black, sprawled on a bed bigger than her whole livingroom with a black jeans-only clad dream god staring down at her.

“You fell asleep,” Morpheus smiled slowly down at her.

“I think ‘passing out’ would be a better description,” she breathed, her attempt at humor sounding thin and airy even to her own ears. Morpheus was stunning with his usual scowl firmly in place, but when he smiled it was entirely a different playing field of magnificence. 

His black wings spread flared out sharply behind him. “Perhaps I should let you rest...?” he mused, knowing exactly the kind of reaction he’d get from displaying his wings in such fashion.

Gwen-Stacey sucked in a quick breath. Good grief, she’d thought dreaming of fictional blue-winged angels had been hot. It was nothing compared to the magnificence of one very real dream god with wings so black they gleamed blue in the ambient light.

They’d spent the better part of the evening making love in practically every room of her apartment. Her favorite had been inside the hallway hands down. Morpheus had taken her hard and fast against the wall, wrapping his wings around her body to cushion her back as he held her upright, her legs wrapped around his waist. There was nothing like the feel of him inside her, his hard thrusts and harsh moans outdone only by his wickedly soft feathers touching every inch of her exposed skin. It had been a sensation unlike any Gwen-Stacey had experienced in her life.

If making love to Morpheus was always so ridiculously amazing, then Gwen-Stacey prayed it was half as good for him as it was for her because she sure as hell didn’t want to stop.

She tried really hard to bring herself back under control, but she was pretty sure she was failing miserably.

“Rest is highly overrated,” Gwen-Stacey said, sweeping a stray lock of hair behind her one ear.

“Some humans would disagree,” Morpheus pointed out, his eyes taking on a soft glow.

“Some humans also eat glass and laundry soap, so what’s your point?” she countered.

Morpheus laughed, the sultry sound sweeping across her skin and making her insides melt.  

“Obviously it is a moot one.” Morpheus leaned over her in the bed, one knee coming to rest along each side of her.  

He brought his lips close to Gwen-Stacey’s but it was his eyes that had her transfixed. “Your eyes are glowing,” she whispered.

“Are they?” he murmured, bringing his body closer to hers on the bed. He bent his head down and grazed his lips along the soft column of her exposed neck.

“Yes,” she swallowed. “Should I be concerned?”

“No,” he answered, planting a gentle kiss on the sensitive spot just beneath her lobe. “It is only a reflection of my power in the dream realm.”

“Oh,” Gwen-Stacey sighed as Morpheus ran the tip of his tongue over the outside of her ear. She couldn’t contain the shiver that moved through her body.

“Like that, do you?” he laughed.

“Yes. Very much,” she confessed. He knew her deepest fantasies – at first knowing he was privy to such secrets had miffed her, but Morpheus was an expert at using information to his deepest advantage and her even deeper pleasure. Now instead of being irritated, she was grateful for his ability to tap into her mind. Her sex life had been non-existent of late and the few times she’d managed to hook-up had been utterly disappointing. A lot of men assumed simply because she’d lost her sight, she was a delicate flower and had to be treated with kid gloves. She was neither delicate or a flower – she was a woman who liked sex.