Chapter Six #2
Emotion surged. She knew that look in his eyes. She knew exactly. ‘It is. Yes.’
His hands hit her waist and hauled her close while she reached around his neck to bring him closer still. Her breasts smashed against his hard chest. Sensation shot from her too-sensitive nipples to where she was slick and hot.
‘But there’s still this,’ he raged.
There would always be this. That was her true fear—that she would never shake free of it.
‘This is what needs to be destroyed,’ she growled. ‘I want you to destroy it with me.’
His hands swept lower to her butt and he hoisted her.
She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, shuddering as her pelvis pressed against his.
He stalked, not to her room, but to his.
It was a dark cave-like space with navy sheets on the enormous bed and no other furniture.
He tossed her with such energy she bounced over the mattress.
With a savage laugh he grabbed her ankle and slid her back to him.
He stripped her in seconds. His savage intensity turned her on more.
He wanted her ruin as much as she wanted his.
But he didn’t tumble down to the sheets with her.
Instead he stepped back and surveyed her—naked and sprawled on his bed.
The smile on his face was utterly predatory.
‘It’s not going to be fast, Bethan. And you’re staying right here until we’re done.’
As angry, as aroused, as she was, his expression caught her fast. Almost paralysed with need, she shivered as he skimmed light strokes down her body. She was so turned on it would take nothing.
‘Such bounty,’ he drawled. ‘So sensitive.’
Oh, she was. He cupped her breasts but even in his big hands her flesh overflowed. His thumbs scraped over her tight buds. She arched her hips. He wasn’t even touching her sex but she was so close to coming.
‘Ares...’
He kept tormenting her nipples with that feral smile as she twisted beneath him.
So close. So close. But just as she arched—the jerk didn’t let her finish.
He chuckled and moved his attentions away.
She gasped and he merely kissed her with an almost mean lightness as the release slipped beyond her reach.
She breathed hard, glaring at him as he sat back and watched her anger ignite.
‘Ares.’
He ignored her stare, dropping his focus to her legs.
He palmed her thighs, spreading them. Relief swept through her.
Briefly. Because once again he teased—so lightly, so consistently—until once more she strained.
Almost there. Almost. And once more he released her.
Eased her back from the precipice with deliberately slow caresses going in the wrong damned direction.
And she was going to kill him. After she came.
Desperately she slipped her fingers between her legs but he gripped her wrist and yanked it away.
‘Oh, you don’t get to do that,’ he scolded. ‘You come when I let you.’
‘Controlling bastard,’ she muttered.
‘That’s exactly right.’
‘You’ll pay.’
‘Looking forward to taking it from you later, but right now it’s my turn.’ He silenced her with his mouth.
She writhed, levering herself to rub against him however she could, frantic to cross that finish line. The second he lifted his lips to catch breath she just begged. Again.
He looked down at her for a long moment as something like despair shadowed his eyes. ‘I cannot fucking resist you.’
He slid down her body, burying his face and fingers in her.
The scream ripped from her throat as he wrung the most intense orgasm of her life from her. Even then he didn’t ease up. Didn’t release her from the shuddering sensations until she was basically levitating off the bed.
Everything went black. By the time she opened her eyes he was standing beside her. Naked. Cock sheathed and straining.
She moaned, her sex dripping at the sight of him—all the exhaustion of her orgasm instantly replaced by an intense ache. ‘Please, Ares.’
He looked down on her. Anger and satisfaction in his eyes. ‘You want me?’
‘You know I do.’
‘Tell me.’
She had already. So many times. ‘Needy jerk.’
‘For you? Absolutely.’ He moved onto the bed. ‘Tell me how hungry you are for me.’
‘You can feel it for yourself already.’ She was strung out and shaking.
‘I can,’ he grunted. ‘I can taste it. I’m going to tease you to orgasm again and again. I’m going to make you come until you can’t stand it any more and you’re begging me to stop.’ He rose and planted himself over her. ‘And then I’m going to make you come again.’
With unbridled anger and passion he kissed her, dropping his body to press her to the bed.
‘Please,’ she moaned. ‘Please, please, please.’ She rocked her hips desperately, wanting him more than ever.
‘We will end this,’ he growled ruthlessly.
He really wanted rid of this? Well, so did she.
‘Then hurry up and try,’ she taunted.
His pupils were so blown it looked as if his eyes were black.
He plastered over her. Pinning her in place.
Bethan breathed in sharply. He was bigger than she remembered and though she was wet and pleasured, he was still.
..something. She bit back the revelation that it had been so very long.
That didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but right now.
She saw the strain in his eyes as he stared—watching her reactions—his breath hissing between his clenched teeth as he finally pushed inside her. And that was all it took.
She erupted about him, rocked by another intense release. But he braced—utterly still.
‘This is not going to be over that quickly,’ he roared.
Oh, it was far too late for her. She laughed, exultant in her ecstasy.
‘No?’ She pressed her nails down his spine and into the tight curve of his buttocks.
He stiffened. ‘Bethan.’
‘Take me harder.’
He didn’t thrust into her. He slammed with his full force.
His hands tightened, holding her so there was no escape.
Not that she ever wanted one. She groaned, revelling in the wildness of his passion.
This was physical and fierce. Purely about the release—the burn of their damned endless chemistry. And again it hit—quick.
She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t catch her breath. He was still pressing her into the mattress but somehow his hold felt gentler—as if he was cradling her. She never wanted to move on from this moment. Certainly didn’t want to consider what it meant—it had to be nothing.
Groaning, he finally rolled to his side, releasing her so she could breathe. But she’d liked the weight of him on her. It had anchored her after such raw physicality. But now coolness came between them.
‘I didn’t think it was possible for us to surpass ourselves,’ he muttered. ‘But we just did.’
Sex. Just sex. That was all this had ever really been.
The thought skinned her already bruised heart.
But worse, she was hot inside all over again.
How was that even possible? Somehow they had to end this.
She turned to him—registered the smouldering need rebuilding in his eyes—knew hers reflected the same.
‘Try again.’