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She looks at me with dark, hooded eyes. “What do you want from me?”

I bury my face in her throat and growl out the word, “Everything.”

Lifting her in my arms, she’s as light as a feather. One arm holds her in place as I take my aching cock and rub it through her soaked pussy.

My breath leaves me in a ragged rasp. “Fuck.”

Despite my desperation to be inside her, I enter her slowly, ensuring she feels every hard inch sliding into her. But it’s me who feels it most. Even though she cries out and arches her back, it’s me who feels every sensation of light and pleasure as I sink in all the way to the hilt.

I let out a low moan and close my eyes, dropping my forehead to hers.

Her nails dig into my shoulder, and the shooting pain sets me off.

“Ares,” she pants my name, her voice laced in pleasure, but I greedily kiss it from her lips. Plunging my tongue in, I take her breath as I give in and let the animal in me take over.

“Oh God, yes,” she cries.

I thrust my free hand through her hair and grind harder into her. She arches her neck, and the sight of her pale throat does me in.

“Goddammit!” I growl as I’m rocked by a blinding light and mind-blowing pleasure that makes my knees go weak.

I drive harder into her as we both groan out our orgasms.

“Feel better,” she pants as we come down.

Fuck.

It’s like she can read my mind.

Like she knew why I came here tonight.

I press my forehead to hers. “I needed that.”

Not that anything has changed.

I’m still hard.

“Something tells me you’re not done yet,” she whispers.

My cock twitches inside her. “You have good intuition.”

Her kiss is deep and slow and sends a new wave of need through me.

Clearly, tonight’s mission is still not accomplished.

If it ever existed in the first place.

RORY

Ares kisses me awake at first light.

Outside, the sun hasn’t even begun to breach the horizon, but I know he has MC business he needs to attend to. He doesn’t say much about the Kings of Mayhem and what he does for them, but I know there’s something going on today.

“Will I see you later?” I ask sleepily as he hovers over me.

He buries his face into my neck. “I’ll call you.”

When I hear the front door close behind him, I slip into a deep, uncomfortable sleep where my nightmares reign and my past haunts me. Splintered images of people long gone mix with bad feelings and unhappy memories until my skin breaks out in a sweat.

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