“Ares?” She reaches her hand to cup my face, holding my gaze in hers. “Can you make me come now, please?”
Any remaining tension melts in my chest as I back her into the wall, pressing her hard against the cool stone behind her. We kiss, our tongues and teeth dueling in a dance neither of us know the steps to. She presses against my forearm again, urging it lower, and when I move it toward her crotch she sighs into my mouth.
I’m a pretty selfless lover. Don’t get me wrong, I love to get mine. But generally speaking, I’m a giver. And never have I wanted to pleasure someone more than this beautiful woman whimpering in my arms.
I skim the band of her pants with my hand, and she mewls. When I do it a second time, her noise takes on a note of frustration, and by the third pass across her waist she’s all but growling at me.
I’ve never heard a pixie growl before, but it’s every bit as adorable and hot as I might have imagined.
“Ares.” My name escapes her on an aggravated groan between kisses as her nails sink into my forearm. The bite of pain spurs me on. I want this woman to be completely twisted up over me, as bent out of shape as I am over her. Having her practically pleading for my fingers gives me a heady rush.
I move my hand into her pants. My eyes roll back in my head as my fingers walk lower, lower, gliding through her soft hair. The closer I get to her pussy, the hotter she is. She’s soaking, her lips coated with her arousal, and I don’t need to sink my fingers between them to feel how slick she is for me.
I bite my tongue to suppress a groan. This isn’t about me. As much as I’m aching to blow my load in the stacks, this is about her. I want her to come for me. I want her body to tense, then release everything she has to give. For me.
I dip my finger inside her, then two, and she clenches around me, flexing her walls. She’s so smooth, and hot, and so fucking wet. I’m totally here for it. I curl my fingers so I can graze her g-spot, she responds by pushing her hips toward me. I press the soft place inside her, and she grips my bicep with a strength I shouldn’t be surprised she has.
Her head tips back, leaning against the wall and exposing her throat to me. She’s gonna be so pissed when she sees the streak of bruises blooming under her skin, but that’s a future Ares’s problem.
Right now, I need to make this woman come. I slide my fingers out of her, and she whimpers again. She might not be comfortable voicing her desires, but her noises, her body’s responses, they’re telling me everything I need to know.
I circle her clit with my middle finger, and her entire body sags. Relief? Pleasure? Whatever it is, it makes me want to keep going. I had planned on edging her until she was clinging to the ledge of the cliff with both hands, screaming at me to let her have her release, but in the moment, I need to make her come for me.
I pick up speed with my circles around her clit, increasing pressure with each sweep. While I dot kisses on her neck, my free hand strokes one of her nipples through her shirt.
My hand is soaked with her juices, and I fucking love it. She’s moaning and whispering my name between sharp breaths as I glide my fingers faster and faster over her clit. Her orgasm takes us both by surprise. She jolts back, bumping her head on the wall with a shriek that she tries to silence by burying her head in my shoulder and holding me tightly against her while her body jerks and shudders.
I’ve never felt so satisfied before. Knowing she’s coming apart on my fingers gives me a rush I usually only experience when I’m on the ice dodging discs of solid rubber traveling at my face at high speeds.
She bucks her hips away from my fingers but the tremors continue to make her body shake. I find my way back to her now-swollen clit and pick up speed again. She’s shaking her head against my chest, so I pause.
“You want me to stop?”
She nods, then shakes her head, then nods. Her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. I’m not sure even she knows what she wants.
I move to take my hand out, to stop until she figures out whether she wants more or not, but she clasps my arm with both her hands.
“Don’t stop. I just…” When she looks up at me, her insecurity and doubt swim in her eyes. And fuck that shit. “I’m so loud.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as her head lolls back onto my chest. “So wet… so… embarrassing.” She dropped her voice again, probably thinking I couldn’t hear the end of her sentence. But I did, and again, to that I say: Fuck. That. Shit.
I’m going to make her scream, right here in the fucking library. I’m going to make her burst into a million tiny pieces of pleasure, then hold her until the wave passes and she makes her way back together again.
I’ve known her for only a short window of time, and I’m already tired of her making herself small and trying to blend in with mundane irrelevance.
There’s a reason other than her scars that her hair is pink, a reason she stood and watched me fuck Séb in an alley, a reason she hauled me deep into the bowels of the library instead of out onto the street where I couldn’t touch her.
Eloise Downing wasn’t born to be insignificant. If I have to remind her of that every day for the rest of her life, I will. She was born to shine like a star, without remorse or apology.
And as she comes on my fingers for a second time on a wail she barely contains by smashing her face into my chest, I’m resolved to help her break whatever self-imposed shackles she wears and help her light up the sky. Every damn day.
She’s trying to bite me through my sweater as she soaks my hand. Her cum trickles down my fingers, and while part of me wants to go for a hat trick, she’s barely able to stand up as it is. She’s leaning against the wall, sliding a little as she braces her hands on me. Her face is flushed, cheeks pink, her eyes bright, and her hair is roughed up enough to look like she’s been up to no good, but not enough to uncover her face.
As much as I don’t think she should hide her scars from anyone, I’m not going to force her to do things she’s uncomfortable with. I won’t let her hide from me, not one single little piece of herself, but if she needs to keep her face hidden from the rest of the world, then I’ll stand right in front of her, keeping her shielded, until she’s ready to step into the sun.
CHAPTER15
Eloise
I’m not sure what I’m more stunned at, the fact Ares sucked my… my…moistureoff his fingers right in front of me in the library, or the fact that I’m dating Ares de la Peña. Like officially dating. Like boyfriend, girlfriend, dating.
