Chapter 29 Katerina #3
Even if I tried, I couldn't stop the explosion that comes on harder than anything I've ever known. My inner walls clamp down on him as waves of ecstasy wash through me. I cry out his name, watching him in the mirror as he works me, pulling pleasure from deep in my soul.
Ares slows his pace for a moment before he starts up again. He grips my hair tightly and I can feel him throbbing in me.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His face is transformed with pleasure—jaw clenched, eyes dark and wild. I've never seen him like this, completely undone, vulnerable in his need.
"I want you to see," he pants, his hips rushing forward with brutal force. "I want you to see what you do to me."
I can't look away. His grip on my hair tightens, forcing my head back, exposing my throat. My body trembles with aftershocks of my own climax, still pulsing around him.
"Fuck, Katerina," he growls, his thrusts becoming desperate. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
I feel him swell inside me, growing thicker, harder.
"Come for me, Ares," I moan, grabbing my breasts and staring at him in the mirror. "I want your hot come inside me."
His eyes widen slightly at my words, as if surprised by my boldness.
A primitive groan tears from his lips as his body stiffens behind me. He slams into me one final time, burying his head in my neck as he pulses inside me, flooding me with his warmth.
The sensation is strangely intimate, more so than anything we've shared before. It's as if we've fully surrendered to each other. Becoming complete and whole.
He shudders against me, his breath hot against my skin. I reach back, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as his body continues to tremble with aftershocks.
For several moments, we stay like this, connected.
When he finally lifts his head, our eyes meet in the mirror once more and it's beautiful.
Ares slowly withdraws from me, and I feel that emptiness he's always given me after sex. His hands are gentle as they release me. He turns me in his arms, cradling my face between his palms.
"I'm so proud of you," he says, looking at me, and I know exactly what for.
The sincerity in his voice makes my chest ache. I've felt many things in my life about myself: damaged, broken, a burden, a pawn. But with Ares—he's made me feel so incredibly worthy of just being me.
I rise on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss that contains none of our earlier lust but holds something deeper, something I'm not ready to name.
When we part, Ares keeps his arms around me. His fingers trace my cheekbone, his eyes studying me with his infamous intensity.
"How do you feel?" he asks softly. "Sorry if I was a bit rough."
I smile, feeling a strange new confidence bloom inside me. "I think I needed it. I've spent my life hiding from what you've now made me see as a strength," I say and kiss him again. "If you weren't already my husband, I'd want you to be."
His smile transforms his face, softening the hard edges, making him look younger, almost carefree. It's a version of Ares I've never seen before, one I suspect few have witnessed.
"I'm glad I already am," he says and looks down at my body, which is starting to show the coldness that's creeping over my naked skin.
"We should probably get dressed," he says.
"Yes," I agree. "It's cold all of a sudden."
He holds the dress open for me to step into, and I slide my arms through the sleeves. He turns me gently, zipping up the back.
When I'm clothed again, I turn to help him, buttoning his shirt. There's an intimacy to this—dressing each other—that feels almost more profound than undressing one another.
"Ready?" he asks, extending his arm.
I take it and nod.
He leads me to the corner of the room, where a large cabinet with sex toys is.
"I don't think I can handle any of these after what we just did," I say, laughing.
"You sure?" he asks with a wink and pulls something. The cabinet slides to the left.
"Wow, secret passages. I'm impressed."
"I did say this was the VIP room. Politicians, celebrities, you name it—they've been here. Need to have a way for them to get in and out without being seen."
"Of course," I say and smile. "Have to avoid the scandals."
"Exactly," he says and takes my hand.
We walk down the dimly lit hallway, Ares leading the way.
"Does this lead anywhere cool?" I ask.
Ares nods. "Yes, you have to see it to believe it."
We walk to the end of the hall and Ares pauses at the exit door.
"Okay, are you ready?" he asks.
"Yes," I answer, actually kind of excited. Given what I saw walking through the sex club, I can only imagine what's on the other side.
He pushes the door open and…
I hit him on the arm as he laughs. "It's the parking garage."
He wraps his hand around my shoulder as we walk out. He's never been so relaxed before.
"Yes, I was going to tell you when you asked, but I thought you'd enjoy the suspense."
I lean my head into him as we walk to his car.
Whatever this is between us, now it feels real. And for the first time since our wedding day, I'm not just resigned to being his wife. I'm starting to want it—especially that whole mother-of-his-children talk.
But first, since he's broken me free of my trauma, I need to help him come out of his.