12. Capri
C apri~
Ares’ question was inappropriate and offensive when you considered that I hardly knew the man, but there was also no denying how heated my blood suddenly became. Even if I didn’t give him an answer, my body knew how long it’d been, and it’d been too long.
It was also rather amazing that Ares’ voice could turn me on so much when I should be embarrassed by the way that I looked.
After Tori had left earlier, instead of taking another nap, I’d taken a shower, had thrown my hair up in a damp mess, then had thrown on a pair of bulky sweats, a worn USC t-shirt, and my feet were adorned with a pair of mismatched socks.
I also had no makeup on, and the only thing going for me right now was that I was clean, but that was about it.
“Answer me,” he ordered. “When was the last time that your heart was racing like this? And before you deny it, I can see your pulse dancing on your neck.”
“I...I don’t remember,” I answered honestly. “I...it’s been a...a while.”
Ares pulled back to look down at me, and that dimple of his was going to be my downfall. Dimples on sexy men weren’t necessary, but God didn’t care. He created these masterpieces, not caring that women were never going to be equipped to deal with them.
I stared into his amber-colored eyes as his hand reached up to cup my face, and it really was something else to have this man’s full attention. “Ares...I...I-”
“You’re my wife,” he repeated. “You’re my wife, and this is our wedding night, Capri. So, we can either do this the hard way or the easy way, but I will have my wedding night.”
His words should repel me.
His words should offend me.
His words should worry me.
His words should be doing anything but turning me on.
Still, I couldn’t deny the dark shiver that ran down my spine, making my thighs clench.
I could feel myself weakening at the wicked promises in his eyes, and because life was cruel, I had no doubt that Ares Cormac was probably a beast in the bedroom, and it was a dangerous temptation to know that he was my husband now.
“That sounds like a threat,” I stated quietly, still trying to remain strong, though it was all in vain.
“It’s only a threat if you make it one, baby,” he replied. “Just know that I want you bad enough to do this the hard way if I have to.”
Jesus Christ.
My thighs clenched again, and that was all that I needed to conclude that I must be sick in the head.
What Ares was suggesting was borderline disturbing and archaic, as women were no longer property of their husbands, but my body wasn’t reacting like it should.
No matter what my mind was saying, my body was screaming for me to pick the hard way into our marriage bed.
Every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire, and Ares wasn’t even doing anything yet, and that’s when I knew that I was a goner. Whether because of my dry spell, his good looks, or the damn rings on my finger, I couldn’t lie and say that he was the only one that wanted this.
I licked my lips, and as soon as I did, Ares hand wrapped around the front of my neck, and before I could say or do anything, his lips were on mine, and just like at the church, I felt everything that he was doing to me right down to my toes.
Whatever could be said about Ares Cormac, it couldn’t be said that the man didn’t know how to kiss.
Lost in the way that we were breathing the same air, his tongue playing with mine, I hadn’t even realized that he’d been moving us until my back hit the wall, making his hand grip my neck tighter.
My hands immediately grabbed onto his suit jacket, and I didn’t even care that I might be ruining his expensive clothing.
To be honest, with Ares’ lips on mine, it was nearly impossible to care about anything else but him.
As Ares kissed me like a starved man, I felt his other hand slide inside my sweats, and I didn’t try to play coy or stop him when his fingers slid between my thighs, the sounds of slickness hitting both of our ears.
I was so turned on that it was hard to remain standing, but my back pressed up against the wall helped some.
Pulling back from our kiss, though his lips were still touching mine, Ares said, “You’re fucking soaked, baby. Your pussy is leaking all over my fingers.”
My head dropped back against the wall as I closed my eyes. “Ares...”
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he growled, his voice low and deep, turning me on some more. “I love how it sounds coming from your lips.”
I let out a sharp gasp as Ares slid one finger inside me, and my first shameful thought was how it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more, and I was in such need that I was almost willing to beg for it.
I’d never been this turned on, and while that was something that I was going to have to examine later, right now.
..right now all I cared about was how Ares was making me feel.
“Christ, I can’t wait for you to ride my cock,” he groaned as he slid a second finger inside me, and I couldn’t keep quiet if I’d tried.
“Oh, God...Ares...” I moaned. “Don’t stop...”
His hand left my neck until it landed on my left breast, and without a bra on, Ares was cupping me perfectly, and I could already feel myself tipping towards the edge.
Yeah, I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d had sex, but this was more than that.
This was the weight of his rings on my finger, and there was no way that I was going to be able to separate our marriage from the man, and I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to anymore.
“Every night, Capri,” he said, making my eyes snap open. “You’re going to be on my dick every fucking night. Understood?”
“Ares...I...I-”
“Every fucking night,” he repeated. “Like you, this pussy belongs to me, and you don’t get to keep me from it or any other part of you.”
The back of my head hit the wall again, and I had to bite my lip as I came all over Ares’ fingers, the orgasm hitting me suddenly and with enough force to make my knees buckle.
Luckily for me, Ares was strong enough for the both of us, and he kept his fingers lodged deep inside me, my body trembling all around him, as he kept me upright.
“Fucking Christ,” he hissed. “I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.”
He had to be lying, but I didn’t care. I was too busy riding the high. “Ares...”
I wasn’t sure how long I just basked in the afterglow, but when I felt him pull his fingers from my body, I opened my eyes just in time to see him put them in his mouth, licking them clean, and another shiver wracked my body.
“I knew that you’d taste divine,” he said, and I could only stare at him as he began to remove his clothes.
Like a lovesick fool, I watched Ares remove his jacket, then his tie, and each movement was executed so gracefully that it just turned me on more, if that was even possible. However, it wasn’t until he removed his dress shirt that I nearly swallowed my tongue.
Ares Cormac had freakin’ tattoos.
“Like what you see?” he smirked, and I couldn’t even pretend that I hadn’t been gawking.
When my eyes met his, I asked, “Fishing for compliments?”
Ares’ eyes turned serious, and his hand was back on my neck when he said, “As of this morning, your opinion is the only one that I care about, Capri. Remember that always.”
I could feel pressure begin to build behind my eyes, and it was probably because Ares was making me feel important, and after having spent all my life trying to prove myself, his words meant more to me than they should. After all, I hardly knew the man.
“I...yes,” I finally answered. “I like what I see...I...you have to know that you’re beautiful, Ares.”
Instead of remarking on my opinion of him, Ares picked me up, then carried me bride-style towards the couch.
As soon as he deposited me on the cushions, Ares reached for the waistband of my sweats, and like a practiced magician, he had my sweats, underwear, and socks all off in one fell swoop.
Then, before I could even register what was happening, Ares’ head was between my thighs, and his tongue on my already sensitive center had me grabbing him by the hair, my back arching painfully, my cries echoing off the walls of my condo.
Showing me no mercy at all, Ares ate my pussy like I was his reason for living, and it was clear to see that the man was going to be my ruination, and I was fine with that. Right now, at this moment, I was fine with whatever Ares Cormac wanted to do with me.
Within seconds, I was cumming for him again, and even if I’d wanted to, there was no holding back. “Ares...oh, God...oh God...”
“That’s right, baby,” he said against my clit. “Those rings on your finger make me your god, and don’t you fucking forget it.”