He plunges into me a few more times, and my back arches at the unbearable bliss. What he’s doing to me shatters my mind. I wrap my legs around his waist, pleading for him to stop and continue at the same time. He lets out a triumphant laugh and drives me harder and faster.
“Oh—my—God—”
“Yes, my queen, yes,” he murmurs, his eyes glazed. He’s just as lost as I am, and I revel in the fact that we’re in this together.
An orgasm barrels into me like a locomotive. I scream, tightening my legs around him. Instead of letting go and joining me in the peak, he continues to drive into me, pushing me to another. I sob out his name, writhing, hoping to escape the grip of another orgasm, yet perversely hoping for it, too.
Ares gives no mercy as he propels me higher and higher, orgasm after orgasm spinning me out of control. When I don’t have the strength to hold on to him anymore and my fingers lose their grip on his sweat-slickened back, he rams into me, powerful and fast, and I shriek with another electric climax, my vision dimming. He wraps me in his arms, burying his face in my neck and groaning and jerking and grinding against me.
Feeling boneless, I start to fade away…then feel a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Later in the night, I hear Ares whisper in his sleep. “Don’t go, Queen.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Lareina
Something wet and hot tickles the back of my neck. I burrow deeper into the blankets. I’m too exhausted to move. More sleep sounds heavenly.
Besides, it’s too early in the morning. I’m sure of it.
More kisses. A warm hand on my belly…then slowly traveling up, up, up until it cups my breast. I ignore it and keep my eyes closed.
Gentle kneading.
“I’m tired,” I whine.
“I know.” Ares kisses me on the sensitive spot behind my ear, brushing his thumb over a nipple to tease. Despite the lingering sleep, the flesh between my legs grows slick. “You don’t have to do anything but enjoy it.” His whisper hits me like a darkly seductive promise. Except…
I scrunch my face a little. “Ridiculous. Besides, I’m dirty.”
“I know you can be.” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice.
How can he sound so energetic and well rested?It’s unfair. “I meanI’mnot clean. I didn’t clean up down there before falling asleep.”That should discourage him.
“Oh, that. I took care of it. Don’t worry.” His tone is smug.
“You did?”
“Well, there’s no one else around. And who else would do that but your devoted, care-taking husband when it becameobvious that you were, you know, too exhausted to walk back to your room afterward?”
“Are you going to hold a grudge?”
“Never.” He gives my breast a squeeze, and my breath catches. “Just stating a fact.”
“You’re annoying.”
“Facts aren’t annoying. They simply are.”
“I didn’t say facts. I saidyou.”
“Let me make myself less annoying, then.” He rubs himself against my backside.Holy… He’s searing hot. Hard as steel, too.
“It’s too early,” I say, even though the signs of his desire have me wet.
“Let me do everything.” He pushes my hair out of the way and drops an endless trail of kisses on my right shoulder.
My scar!I stiffen and simultaneously twist to stop him before he decides to explore my left side, where the scar is. “No. Not like that.”
