Chapter 21
KATERINA
Ikiss him with everything I have. It's been building in me since fleeing the restaurant. Deep down, the only thing I was thinking about was getting back here, to Ares. My husband.
My mouth claims his, not because I've made a logical decision, but because I need to feel him—and maybe remind myself that I'm still here. It's all okay.
His lips respond instantly. No hesitation, no confusion. Just fire.
The kiss is hungry. Desperate. His hands tighten around me, pulling me into his lap as if distance is no longer something he can tolerate.
And right now, I don't want distance either.
I slide my tongue into his mouth, and the second I taste him, something inside me snaps. My body feels like it's floating, and I feel a sudden wetness between my thighs.
I notice Ares is matching my newfound intensity.
He's hesitant, but he isn't too gentle.
He's not slow.
And I don't want it to be.
I want him to take all the rage, the fear, the protectiveness he's been holding back and pour it into me.
Ruin me.
Make me his.
Ares groans against my mouth, his hands rough as they grip me tighter against his body.
"You want me to be gentle?" he growls, lips trailing down my jaw, then biting my neck hard enough to make me gasp.
"No," I breathe. "I want you to take it."
His body tenses. His eyes snap to mine.
"You sure you can handle me, wife?" he says, voice wrapped in lust, one hand moving down to squeeze the inside of my thigh.
"I want it to hurt," I say and kiss him. "If I'm going to lose it," I continue, gripping his shirt and pulling him into me, "make it worth it."
That's all it takes.
Ares lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed. He lays me down and looks over me for a moment like he's the one about to come undone.
He then removes my shirt and, with little trouble, unhooks my bra and tosses it over his shoulder. He licks his lips and shoves me down flat on the mattress. His hands are on my breasts in seconds, caressing them, thumbs brushing one nipple while sucking on the other until they're aching.
"You don't get to hide from me anymore," he says as he kisses my breasts and stomach. "You'll be fully mine now, Katerina."
"I'm yours," I gasp, arching up into his mouth as he sucks one nipple between his lips and bites down—hard.
"That's right," he growls, kissing lower. "This body. This pussy. All fucking mine."
He grabs my panties and rips them down my legs in one brutal motion. I lay naked before him, and I feel my mind start to run—worried about my burn, worried my scar will destroy this moment.
I'll need to work through this, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let it take away this moment. I reach over to the nightstand where the window controls are and press the blinds button. The blackout curtains shift into place, and soft lights turn on.
Hiding my blemish in the dark will help ease my mind. I don't want it on anything but Ares.
Ares slides his fingers up and down my opening, bringing me right back into it.
"Fuck," he says when he feels how wet I already am. "Look at that. Dripping for me, and I haven't even had my way with you yet," he says, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them.
I love when he does that.
Then he spreads my legs wide, settling between them like a predator about to feast.
"You're going to take my cock," he says, eyes locked on mine as his fingers slide back down between my folds. "You're going to bleed for me, cry for me—and fucking love every second of it."
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, stretching me wide, groaning at the tightness.
"Jesus Christ, I love how tight you are. You sure you want this, baby? Because once I fuck you, there's no going back."
"Yes," I breathe, biting my lip. "I want all of it."
His eyes go feral, and he smiles.
"Good, because I wasn't really going to give you a choice this time."
He rips his shirt off, exposing his perfect chiseled form beneath. I love watching his rock-hard abs go up and down as he breathes heavily, trying to contain himself. I sit forward and undo his belt, wanting to be part of his undressing.
When he slides his boxer briefs off, his gorgeous cock is all I can see. It's long, thick, and hard.
I swear, knowing I'm about to take him, he looks even bigger now, and the sight sends a jolt of fear straight through my core.
The desire to touch it overtakes me, and I reach out and give it a soft stroke, drawing out precum from his throbbing member. It lands on my skin, between my thumb and index finger. I instantly bring my hand to my mouth and lick it, savoring Ares's juices.
He looks at me for a moment as I lay back down.
"Scared?" he asks, moving closer into me, his cock pressing against my entrance.
"A little," I admit.
"Good," he growls. "But you're brave, aren't you? My brave little wife."
I nod.
"Say it," he commands me.
"I'm brave."
He pushes the tip in, and I gasp.
"That's it, baby. Take it. Just a little more."
He thrusts in harder, filling me inch by inch until the pain blooms—sharp and hot.
I cry out, my nails clawing into his back.
He freezes.
"You're okay," he says low, voice laced with restraint. "You're doing so fucking good."
"It hurts," I say, fighting through this new fullness.
"I know," he says, brushing a kiss over my temple. "You tell me when you're ready."
I breathe.
Once.
Twice.
And then I look him dead in the eyes and say—
"Fuck me."
He slams all the way in.
The pain rips through me like lightning, but it's nothing compared to the overwhelming fullness, the brutal stretch, and the feeling of finally being taken.
Ares groans like he's just won a war.
He moves in and out slowly.
"You're so fucking tight. I should've claimed you the first night."
He sets a brutal rhythm, hips slamming against mine as he takes me over and over, rough and deep, each stroke making me cry out—but not in pain anymore. No, it's turned into a need. A lustful desire where my body craves the stretching.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, his mouth claiming mine again, swallowing every moan and gasp I let out.
"You feel that?" he growls against my lips. "That's my cock inside you, wrecking this virgin pussy. You're not innocent anymore, wife. You're mine now. Forever."
"Yes," I pant, bringing my legs up to wrap them around Ares, pulling him in deeper. "Harder."
He pounds into me, relentless, and I feel something building—something familiar, but it feels different this time.
It's like a warm buzzing sensation that starts from multiple points of my body and slowly heads to my entrance, where Ares's thick shaft is sliding in and out. I close my eyes, and pops of white explode. It feels like my body is being awakened for the first time.
I feel myself getting tense, my entrance tightening around his cock, my stomach, legs—everything coiling up on themselves. Like a bow and arrow being pulled back, I feel as if I'm about to release the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.
My body begins to shake slightly from the overload of stimulation and emotions. My breathing quickens, and I feel the edge coming.
Ares doesn't stop. He keeps fucking me like the good husband he is.
And then, all at once, I shatter.
Wave after wave of erotic pleasure crashes over me, exploding from deep within as I cry out, legs trembling.
"That's it," Ares moans. "Come on my cock, baby."
And when I do, my body goes numb, shaking from Ares's forceful thrusts and my body's own reaction.
It's the most amazing feeling I've ever felt.
I never knew pain could feel this good.
He slows his pace slightly as he lets me ride out the most intense orgasm I think anyone can ever feel.
"That's my good girl," he says and licks his lips. "But we're not done."
In one fluid motion, he lifts me up off the bed, and we're standing.
I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, with my arms circling his neck for support. The change in position makes me gasp—I feel him even deeper now.
"Oh God, Ares," I breathe, my voice higher pitched as I fight back moans.
His hands grip my hips firmly, supporting my weight as he starts thrusting into me again. The angle changes everything. Each movement hits places inside me that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Look at me, baby," he commands, and I force my heavy lids open to meet his gaze.
His thrusts grow harder, more demanding, more aggressive, giving way to something primal. Each movement sends shockwaves through my body, and I can't help but tilt my head back as the sensation overwhelms me.
He takes the exposed curve of my throat as an invitation, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before biting down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to mark me. Claim me. The sweet sting pulls a cry from my lips.
"Fuck," he growls against my neck, his breath hot against the mark he's made. "You feel so amazing. Like you were meant for me."
He carries me to the wall, pressing my back against it as he continues his relentless pace, filling me deeper and deeper with each thrust.
If the wall is cold, I don't feel it as I slam up against it, Ares's rhythm taking all of my thoughts.
He kisses my lips, and then his mouth travels lower, licking a burning path down my collarbone until he reaches my breasts. His lips close around one nipple, sucking hard before moving to the other, giving it the same attention.
My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him there as pleasure builds again—impossibly—so soon after the first wave. I never knew my body could feel this way—like I'm being unmade and remade with each thrust.
"Ares, I'm going to—" I gasp, feeling myself tightening around him again.
"Good," he says, his voice rough with exertion. "Let me feel you come apart again."
His hand slides between us, finding my swollen clit, and the additional stimulation is too much.
Stars blur my vision as I shatter once more, crying out his name as ecstasy crashes over me.
He groans deeply, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clench around him again. For a moment, I think he's about to follow me over the edge, but he fights it, determined to make this last.
"Not yet," he mutters, more to himself than to me.
My body feels boneless, completely surrendered to his control. I melt into him as he fucks away the last innocence I had, and I couldn't be more excited that it's him.
He kisses me and brushes away sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. "You're taking me so well."
I bite my lip and pull him tight to me, feeling the powerful muscles working as he moves.
"I need—" I start, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Tell me," he urges, his lips brushing against mine. "What do you need, Katerina?"
"I need you to come inside me," I whisper, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me. "I want more of you."
His pace quickens at my words, chasing his own release now. I watch his face in fascination as pleasure starts to overtake him—his jaw tight, veins standing out on his neck, eyes never leaving mine.
"Fuck, Katerina," he growls, my name on his lips sounding like both a prayer and a curse.
I feel him pulse inside me, his whole body tensing. The sensation triggers something in me, and even after feeling so drained, I find myself climbing toward another peak.
He notices.
"That's it," he encourages. "One more time. Come with me."
And I do, my body responding to his command as if he controls it completely. This orgasm is different—less sharp but deeper somehow, spreading through my entire body like warm honey.
And speaking of warm, I feel his hot seed spill deep inside me, his cock twitching as he empties himself. I grind against him, making sure I get all of it.
We stay connected as we catch our breath, his forehead pressed against mine.
Eventually, he eases out of me, and I wince slightly at the emptiness, at the unfamiliar soreness. He notices immediately.
"Did I hurt you?" There's genuine concern in his voice.
I shake my head. "Not in any way I didn't want."
He smiles and kisses me, still not letting me down.
"Shower?" he asks.
I nod.
As he carries me to the bathroom, I hold him tightly, breathing in his scent and thinking to myself, What I lost right now is nothing compared to what I've gained.
I smile, and then another thought enters my mind that makes me almost laugh out loud.
Why the hell did I wait so long to do that with him?