Chapter 12 #2
“It’s not just intercourse,” Eden wasn’t sure why he felt the need to explain, but he did.
Maybe because he hadn’t felt comfortable talking about this with anyone, and after witnessing whatever kind of break Ares had just had, it didn’t feel like such a vulnerability to do so with him.
“It’s the rush of being taken yet consciously knowing I have control.
Resisting, knowing it’s not real. I could call the whole thing off with a word.
What they experienced that horrible night wasn’t sexual, but… ”
“You couldn’t deal with the potential emotions they felt,” Ares guessed.
“Guessing made it worse, made you spiral, so you ran from those feelings by finding comfort in one you understood. Arousal and adrenaline can often go hand in hand. Take fear, for example. There are similar reactions. You can experience a type of euphoria from the released endorphins. I can see how that could be addictive, especially to someone running from their other emotions. But you’ll only be able to avoid it for so long, Paradise. ”
“Vengeance cures all,” Eden dumbly replied.
Ares stared down at him. “You don’t actually believe that.”
“I’m not sure what I believe anymore.” If someone had told him he’d be here, laid bare before a Black Hart, he would have called them crazy.
Not to mention the rest of what had taken place that night.
Torture. Murder. Mild exhibitionism…These were all things he would have blushed like a na?ve fool at three years ago.
“I used to be the very definition of innocent.”
“That makes one of us.” He didn’t smile or elaborate, instead, his red gaze drifted lower. “Wider.”
Eden’s legs fell open.
“We should clarify something before we begin.” Ares set a hand against the back of the couch and leaned over him, capturing Eden’s chin between two fingers.
“You have no control with me. This ends when I’m satisfied, not when you finish.
You can cry, beg, and get angry all you like, just know it won’t make a difference.
You think you’ve been taken before, Paradise?
You haven’t known possession. But you will. ”
He shuddered, both terrified and painfully aroused by that dark promise. Between his thighs, his dick leaked, small rivers of clear, sticky fluid dripping down his length to coat his balls and wet lower.
Eden couldn’t recall the last time he was this turned on.
This afraid. There was a blurry line between pleasure and pain with Ares, and he was making that abundantly clear.
Making it clear that Eden wouldn’t have any say in which direction this leaned.
If he offered him pleasure, he’d be forced to accept.
Same if he offered him pain.
Eden wasn’t all that interested in the latter.
He’d played with the concept a little, allowed past lovers to rough him up a bit, but nothing that could be considered too extreme.
Inadvertently, his gaze shifted to the metal bracelet dangling from the arm holding the couch.
How far would Ares take things? That same hand had practically taken a man apart tonight, chunk by fleshy chunk.
“I like all my pieces where they are,” he hardly recognized the low timber of his own voice, or the hitch at the end that gave away both his excitement and fear. There was doubt, but no hesitation.
The Gods help him, he still wanted this.
“Keep me together, and I’ll keep you together.
Take me apart, and…” Ares lowered his face, nose brushing lightly against the tip of Eden’s.
“If Reality is to be believed, once upon a time, you slipped from my grasp. That won’t happen again.
If our past is any indication, there is no escape from me, even in death. ”
Eden had no idea what he was talking about, or why there was a sudden ache in chest, as though something deep within himself resonated with the words, even if his mind couldn’t make sense of the cryptic messages.
“I’ll create anew,” Ares continued, and it was impossible to tell if he was serious or slipping back into mania.
“I’ll carve you out and refill you with my essence, until you eat, sleep, and breathe me.
Until I’m all you see. All you yearn for.
Until you’re so hopelessly attached, we can’t ever be parted. How does that sound, Paradise?”
“Like you’ve lost the plot.” Eden dared to reach up, capturing the base of Ares’ skull. “Are you going to talk me to death, or are we actually doing this?”
Ares’ eyes shifted over his head, catching onto something Eden was positive wasn’t really there.
“What now? I thought you told Zar whatever you were seeing was gone?”
“He didn’t ask me about Father.” Before Eden could be too creeped out by that statement, Ares settled his attention back onto him. “Ignore him.” Eden couldn’t even see him, but all right. “Give me paradise.”
The Black Hart wasted no time after all.
His mouth latched onto Eden’s, hand releasing his chin to push between them, finding his taint and then sliding lower.
He pressed a finger against Eden’s entrance, tapping at it once, twice, as though to prepare him before he pushed it all the way inside with one clear jab.
Eden’s mouth tore free with a gasp, but Ares didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, sealing their lips again, tongue flicking in deep, almost punishingly, as his finger worked him open.
Ares wasn’t kind or careful in his ministrations, adding a second finger before Eden’s body had proper time to adjust to the intrusion.
Then a third. He practically punched into him, digging and curling the pads of his fingers against Eden’s inner walls in a way that had him writhing, torn between wanting to get away and stay on that harsh hand forever.
Then Ares moved to his chest, teeth nipping at his left nipple, his right, before returning to the first. He sucked on him, sending jolts of sharp sensation skittering down Eden’s body, causing him to arch his back and cry out from the overwhelming pressure.
“You’ll leave a mark,” Eden whined, but that did nothing to deter the frenzied man draped over him.
“I’ll leave many.” As if to prove his point, Ares opened his mouth wider and chomped down, teeth breaking through skin.
Eden tried to shove him off, but the Black Hart wouldn’t budge, and he gave up a moment later when those fingers twisted within him and his knuckles stroked against his prostate.
His dick gushed, a burst of fluid spraying out to coat his lower abs in liquid.
It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it was close, and Eden fussed when Ares pulled back.
In a blink, he found himself flipped onto his stomach, a strong arm banding around his waist to haul him further up the couch, until he was forced to hold himself on the armrest or risk falling headfirst to the floor.
Ares’ mouth dropped to his shoulder, the back of his neck, the top of his spine.
Everywhere he could, his lips and teeth moved, delivering kisses and suction, nips and full-on bites.
Eden already feared what he’d find in the mirror tomorrow, but just as he had the thought, it was dashed from his mind as Ares’ skilled hands joined his roaming mouth in its exploration.
He touched him everywhere. The curve of his back, the swell of his sore nipples, the divot between muscles. Fingers tangled in the curly thatch of hairs above his dick, tugging lightly at first, then more roughly when Ares didn’t immediately get the reaction he wanted.
As soon as Eden cried out, Ares made a sound of contentment and released him, moving on to his hips, then his lower back, and finally the globes of his ass.
He cupped his left cheek aggressively, splaying his fingers and squeezing like he was trying to burst a balloon.
Eden objected, but that only made him squeeze harder.
Lucifer followed the abuse up with a slap, the sound of flesh hitting flesh a loud crack in the room, the echo mixing with the sound of Eden’s sob.
Ares did it again, pulling his mouth away, lifting onto his knees behind Eden so he could get a look at what he was doing to him.
The third whack came with more strength, enough to rock Eden forward and threaten to send him toppling, but Ares grabbed onto his waist, pulling him back with one fierce tug.
Directly onto his waiting cock.
All nine inches speared through Eden in one go, penetrating deeper than anything had ever gone. It felt like being stabbed in the gut, the piercing pain exploding within him, only for it to turn to a stinging, dwindling discomfort after only a few plunges of that thick cock.
True to Ares’ threats, Eden’s body adjusted to accommodate his invasion. With every thrust, the Black Hart carved a space for himself, pushing Eden’s body to reform around his shape or risk being torn.
Ares fucked him vehemently into the couch, molding his insides to his liking, stripping Eden’s mind of anything and everything that wasn’t purely the Black Hart’s doing. The entire couch rocked and wobbled, the legs scraping against the floorboards with every violent strike.
Eden’s head hung over the armrest, eyes clouded over as he stared mindlessly at a scuffed wooden panel.
Drool dripped from his gaping mouth, but he didn’t even have the mental capacity to be embarrassed about being reduced to a literal slobbering mess.
His nails dug into the upholstery on the side of the old piece of furniture, seeking both to keep himself from falling and as an outlet for relief from the overflow of sensations flooding his system.
He'd never experienced anything like this before, could tell he wouldn’t be able to walk on his own without help tomorrow already.
“Slower,” he managed to get the single word out once the feeling of having the tip of Ares’ cock blowing open a space inside Eden that was meant to remain closed got to be too much to bear. “Please. Just a little. Slower.”
Ares’ reply was to spank him on the same ass cheek that had been bruised.
And then pound him even harder.