Chapter Nineteen
KYRA
M y back hits the wall, but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist. The little dress I’d been wearing is lying somewhere on the floor behind us. Cool air hits my flushed skin from the vent above us, but that’s not the cause of my goosebumps.
Ares’s lips and hands are everywhere. Caressing my skin. His warm hands flow across my body, squeezing and stroking, heat radiates off of them and it spreads through me like an inferno. I whimper with the feeling of needing more and not knowing what all more is.
Thankfully, he doesn’t let up. It’s as if he’s attuned to my body and how I crave his touch. My hands slide down his muscular arms and back up again. Maybe I crave touching him too. I didn’t know anything could feel this way.
His lips move against mine, and we continue onward to the bedroom. My feet barely touch the hardwood floor, long enough for us to remove the remainder of clothing we have left on, before I’m back in his arms.
I’ve never felt so powerful; it’s an addictive feeling. Ares is pressing his lips and hands everywhere he can reach, as if he can’t get enough of me. The feeling is mutual.
We drop to the bed, but he keeps one arm around my back and scoots me up further, fast. My stomach drops and I can’t help the smile growing on my face. I love feeling so small and protected. He’s strong and powerful and it has me pausing.
I pull back to search his eyes. Those blue eyes darken. I run my hand along his beard covered jaw, and he captures my thumb in his teeth, giving it a small bite. He pulls back, his eyes searching for something as his hands caress my sides.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Ares lowers himself and places a kiss on my chest. He moves to place one on the opposite side, then crawls down lower. The warmth of his breath with the chill in the air has me holding my breath. He alternates kissing sides down my chest, stomach, then hips.
When I see him lower his face between my legs, I shake my head. “You don’t have?—”
“Yeah,” he interrupts. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
He moves one of my legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it to hold me in place. Time seems to slow as he lowers his mouth between my legs. Or he’s moving slow, which is more likely.
My face grows warm because this isn’t something anyone has done to me. It’s just another first he gets which will make it all the more heart shattering when all of this inevitably crumbles around us. Right now, we’re in this happy bubble and I’m scared of what awaits outside of it.
His tongue dips out, stroking through my folds before lowering his lips to my clit and sucking. Holy. Fuck. He groans and my back arches off the bed.
I think I mumble something incoherent as one of my hands fists the blankets beneath us and the other glides into his hair. I’m not sure if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer. Right when I don’t think I can feel more on edge, he sinks a finger inside of me. Then two.
My vision grows fuzzy as his fingers move inside of me, curling just right. His tongue flicks at my clit and then sucks again. Gentle at first. Then hard. Gentle again. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m.” Inhale. “Going.” Inhale. “Oh God!” Exhale.
Everything heightens. I’m not sure I’m breathing. Am I dying?
“Ares.” I cry out his name as heat courses through me, followed quickly by a cooling sensation in my head.
My back drops back down to the bed and my eyes shut for a moment. I can feel my heart pounding between my ears.
The warmth from between my legs disappears. My eyes open slowly to see Ares pull back with a smug look on his face. He sucks his fingers into his mouth.
“You taste delicious, princess.”
I think I’m still processing when I see him back up and off the bed. “What are you doing?”
His hand moves to his hard cock, standing at attention. Is it weird to think a man’s hands are beautiful? I never considered myself a hand person before, but the way those fingers flex before wrapping around his large dick has me swallowing. Desire floods through me all over again.
I lean up on my elbows to get a better look at the show in front of me. “Do you like what you see?” His voice comes out strained and all I can do is nod.
He releases himself and then his hands move to my legs, his fingers glide over my calves before he grips right below my knees. A squeal escapes my lips as I’m yanked down toward the edge of the bed. My arms are up and I look down in time to see him line himself up and slowly push in. He’s barely an inch inside and he pulls back, teasing. My head drops to the bed, my eyes zone out to the pattern of the ceiling.
“Look at this, Kyra. Watch us.”
I swallow and look down in time to see him push himself in again, further. My eyes move up to his face. He’s looking down, mesmerized at the sight of pushing himself inside of me. He spreads my legs up and out a little more, then pushes in deep.
“Fuck, you take me so well.” His eyes stay looking down as he thrusts in the rest of the way. Our groans mingle. “You feel so good.” He pulls back slightly and pushes back in. “I want to live here.”
Oh, my God. The sensation of feeling so full as he bottoms out inside of me is overwhelming. All I can feel is Ares. His hands run up and down my thighs and he squeezes them. The slow pace is steady and makes everything feel heightened.
My gaze moves down to watch his cock move in and out of me. Then I look back up to his face. He looks down at the act, his eyes narrowed. Just watching the obsession written on his face has me coming undone.
After yesterday, I didn’t know what to expect. It was all new and didn’t seem real at the time. I’m not even sure where we stand in this moment, other than feeling owned by him. Ares knew what a big deal yesterday was and made me take control. I needed that. Then, waking up this morning, I’d almost convinced myself it was all a dream. One long, delicious dream.
His eyes glance up to see me looking at him, then back down to where he thrusts in me. He moves one of his legs under mine; the angle has my back up, and he pushes in deeper. Spots cloud my vision and all I can do is feel.
My eyes close until I feel heat over me. I open them again to see his face near mine. His arm snakes around my back, his grip on me tight and steady as he continues to move. It almost feels like too much. My eyes zone out on the silver chain dangling from his neck. It moves steadily with his pace.
His mouth presses to my neck, teeth scraping my skin. It feels almost possessive. My body tightens.
“Ares,” I whimper.
A low growl comes from his throat, and the slow rhythm picks up. It’s deeper and rougher. The new angle hitting that spot inside of me that has my body tightening and my toes curling.
“You were made for me, princess.” His voice is gritty. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
Every nerve ending lights up across my body and I can’t form the words. I feel wrecked and needy, only I don’t know what I need.
Ares pulls back enough to look down on me. His hand moves between us and begins circling my clit. It’s too much and perfect all at once.
My body shatters. He swallows up any sound I can make, lips pressing to mine as he continues his deep thrusts until his body is shuddering against mine.
His eyes search mine again and I see it, the beginning of the end. I’m falling for him and it’s going to destroy me when this is over.