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“For months, I’ve dreamed of your fucking taste, Grace. Of your body. Of what you’d sound like the first time you come on my tongue. I need you to give it to me, baby. Give me what I want.”
I moan and shake and drag his face back to my throbbing clit.
“That’s my girl,” he practically growls against my pussy.
Those words...Holy. Fuck.They fan the red-hot flames threatening to incinerate the world around us until I can no longer speak or think or form words. I can only feel, and I feel fucking everything.
Ares Wilder is going to destroy me in one single night.
Fucking me with his tongue, and oh God, his fingers.
My juices coat his face, and those midnight blue eyes never leave mine.
I could come just like this.
He sucks my clit as I chase my orgasm, edging closer with each tease of his rough, callused fingers inside my body.
My knees shake with every scrape of my walls.
I tremble with each stroke against my G-spot.
Like my body was made for his pleasure, and he plays it like the fucking athlete he is.
Teasing me, overand overand over.
Each high is higher than the last, then softer than the next. Edging me. Bringing me higher only to tease me againandagain. Until my vision darkens, and I’m not sure I can take any more.
“Ares . . .please.”
“Please what?” He smiles up at me.
I reach down and drag my thumb across his soaked lips, then suck it between my own. “Please make me come.”
He growls against my pussy.
Growls.
Andoh God, he scrapes his teeth over my throbbing clit, and I see literal stars.
They burst behind my eyes in a kaleidoscope of colors.
I shatter and shake on a silent scream as he works me through my orgasm, never letting up until he’s wrung every last drop from my shuddering body. And when he rises and gently fixes my dress, his eyes never leaving mine and that sexy smile in place... that’s when I know... I’m never going to get over Ares Wilder.
He’s going to be my destruction.
But it’s going to be a beautiful fall.
ARES
We ride back to Grace’s flat in silence, not because we’re uncomfortable, but instead because we’re both hanging on by a fraying, fucking thread. Her hand is in my lap, sandwiched between mine. Her head is on my shoulder, and her citrusy, vanilla scent has me ready to rip right out of my own skin.
I swear to God, if I thought there was any way to get away with it, I’d fuck her right here and now, in the back of this car, with absolutely not one single goddamned regret. Well... at least until someone saw Grace naked. Then I’d have to kill the fucker. So that, unfortunately, isn’t an option.
A few minutes later, when the car pulls to a stop in front of her flat, we both scramble to get out of the backseat and up the damn steps as fast as humanly possible, weaving through the pub patrons on the sidewalk and ignoring the loud strains of the music that float through the hall.
We come to a messy stop in front of her door, unable to take our hands off each other. I slide her long hair over her bare shoulder, loving the way she squirms and sighs when I drag my lips down her neck while she tries, unsuccessfully, to unlock the door with trembling hands.
After her second try, she curses, and I chuckle. “You need help there, baby?”
