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Chapter 2
Elyse
I didn’t have time to respond before Ares kissed me again, this time…intense. Like he intended to do all kinds of dirty things to me. Every nerve in my body became electrified. The anticipation of what was coming thrummed through me fast and hard, reminding me of thunder. This was raw and animalistic.
And I wanted it. I wanted him desperately. Ares had a way of taking me away from everything, of putting me in a bubble for just the two of us. And I needed him right now. To smile for real and not feel like the world was crumbling around me.
He pushed me back on the cushions, my frame small under his muscular body. The gods were all so strong, they could break me in half if they wanted to. Ares wasn’t as big as Apollo or as dark as Hades, but he was built like any god, with muscles rippling under his golden skin, and I shivered when he pinned me against the couch.
Ares’s mouth pressed against mine, his tongue sliding between my lips as he ran his hand down the side of my body. His fingers brushed the edge of my breast, and I squirmed when he tickled over my ribs. When his hand reached my hip, he gyrated, grinding his hard cock against me through the leather pants he wore. I moaned into his mouth, drawing him closer.
“You’re tense, angel,” he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. He moved his hand farther down my body, and I opened my legs, squeezing one thigh between Ares and the couch. I wrapped both thighs around his waist so his dick pressed right against my pussy when he ground against me.
Once he was between my legs, exactly where he wanted to be, he lifted my torso, holding me up. His knuckles kneaded my back, working his way down and up my spine while he moved against me, going through the motions of sex while we were still fully dressed.
I didn’t know what it was about Ares. He could get me to the point of no return without even undressing me. I loved that about him. He drove me crazy. It was comfortable. There were no rules and no expectations. I could completely be myself, no matter who that was at any given moment.
He gave me everything I needed as if he knew exactly what it was every time.
His grinding brought me closer to the edge, and I gasped. Ares dipped his head onto my neck, nibbling the skin. His hand abandoned my back and I lay on the couch again while he worked me over, building an orgasm that should have been ages away still.
When I fell apart on the couch, he grinned at me.
“You’re still dressed,” he said, winking.
“You should fix that,” I gasped, out of breath.
He didn’t wait for me to tell him twice. He pulled his muscle shirt off first to reveal his spectacular chest and abs before he yanked my top up and threw it across the room without ceremony. My bra went next. He kissed me again, my breasts pushed up against his naked chest, before he pulled me toward the edge of the couch. I yelped when I nearly fell, but he caught me with ease.
“I’ve got your back,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, and I loved those words, loved the heat of his skin against mine, loved the passion in his gaze when he looked at me.
When he pulled my pants down, it wasn’t as erratic as when he took off my top. He inched them down slowly, looking at me as if he’d never seen me nude. Soaking all of me in, he gradually unwrapped my body until I lay completely naked in front of him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, glancing up at me.
I blushed, as if we hadn’t done this a hundred times.
“Ares,” I murmured.
I wanted him so badly, needed him to take me, to bring me to the point of orgasm again and again, to remind me who I was because of what he saw in me.
I didn’t have any time to put all that into words. He parted my thighs and dove lower between my legs, closing his mouth over my sex. I cried out when he licked my clit, flicking his tongue over it a couple of times.
When he inserted two fingers, fucking me with his hand while he licked and sucked me, I lost it again.
It had barely been two minutes, if my count was correct, and already I’d come undone.
When I opened my eyes, he grinned at me.
“What?” I asked, my voice breathy.
“I love it when you do that.”
“Orgasm?”
He nodded. “For me.”
He stood, and I shifted upright so I didn’t look as disheveled as I felt. Ares unbuckled his leathers and started pulling them down. He moved in slow motion, the same way he had with my pants. He kept eye contact with me, watching my reaction, loving the attention.
