Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
APHRODITE
I pressed my trembling body against the cool wooden door.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice breaking. Ares approached me with menacing determination. The sensation of him pressing up against me was both exhilarating and euphoric, as if every nerve in my body had come alive.
His lips ravaged mine, and my heart thudded hard in my chest. The forbidden nature of our encounter drew me in, a dark allure I couldn’t resist, pulling me deeper into a desire that consumed every thought and breath. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he responded by grabbing hold of my waist. The air was dry and filled with the heat radiating from our bodies. I could taste whiskey and a lingering hint of smoke on his full lips.
“Stop,” I said, my voice trembling. “You don’t get to just show up here and act like nothing happened.”
Ares looked at me with a hint of confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” I snapped, my anger bubbling over. “You think you can just waltz back into my life after ignoring me since the fight? You think you can use me as your emotional backup when it suits you? ”
Ares's eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know!” I continued, my voice rising. “I saw you with another woman. You’ve been distant, and then suddenly you show up here like you’re entitled to just pick up where we left off. Do you really think you can just use me like this, only to walk away when it’s convenient for you?”
“Tell me to go,” Ares growled, his voice a raw, primal edge as he inched away from my face, his gaze locked onto mine. The tension between us was a living thing, electric and wild. My body trembled uncontrollably, his proximity and the fierce intensity in his eyes igniting something deep within me.
His arms were still braced against the door on either side of me, trapping me in his embrace. I felt every bit of the strength and determination in his stance, his breath mingling with mine in the dim light. The storm of emotions he had stirred within me surged to the surface, overpowering my resolve.
Before I could fully process what was happening, our lips collided once again, fierce and desperate. The kiss was an eruption of all the unspoken words and unresolved tension between us. It was raw and hungry, a frantic expression of everything we’d both been holding back.
Gasping for air, I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, resting his forehead against mine. “I hated watching him touch you,” he whispered. I opened my eyes to see his dark gaze filled with a possessive gleam.
He trailed his lips along the curve of my neck as he whispered again, “You’re mine, Aphrodite, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you away.”
I trembled as a moan escaped my lips, the sound barely audible over the racing pulse in my ears. Ares's lips traced a burning path along my jawline, each kiss sending shivers down my spine. His hand slid slowly to my neck, fingers grazing my skin with a tantalizing touch .
“I’ve craved you,” he murmured, his voice a deep, husky whisper that vibrated against my skin.
Despite my desire, I whispered, “I can't do this.”
Ares’s presence made me shiver, every part of me responding to him with a fervor I couldn’t ignore. His nearness made me feel exposed, stirring up emotions I’d never felt before. It was as if he had unlocked a new realm of sensation, one filled with lust and yearning that I had never dared to explore.
It was as if I was emerging from a long period of numbness, immersing myself in a torrent of desire and vulnerability. His touch ignited something deep within me, an urgent, raw craving that was both thrilling and disorienting. In his embrace, I was caught between the thrill of surrender and the fear of losing myself, drawn into a world where my sense of freedom felt both exhilarating and elusive.
“Tell me to leave, and I won't come back,” he said, his voice sparking electricity in my veins, sending a pulsating energy straight to my core. He stirred something deep within me, coaxing me toward a place I was afraid to reach. “Go on,” he urged, his voice dropping to a dark, throaty growl as his lips hovered just inches from mine. “Tell me what you want.”
Every fiber of my being ached with longing. I wanted to cast aside all pretense, to bare myself completely before him—body, soul, and mind. In that moment, the pull of his proximity was irresistible, compelling me to surrender to the profound, seductive connection that seemed to draw me helplessly into his embrace.
“I will keep you safe,” he whispered as his lips gently brushed against mine.
“What about that woman?” My voice quivered with jealousy.
“Eos? She’s nothing but a distraction. Just a way to mislead others about what’s really happening between us.”
“She said that she was your girlfriend.” I said as a matter of fact. Ares lifted his face, but I couldn’t read his expression .
“Well, she isn’t. The only person I want is you, Aphrodite.” He groaned, laden with want.
“Prove it.” I breathed, my voice trembling with longing.
Tension crackled in the air. I could feel his fingers, strong yet gentle, encircling my neck, their touch sending shivers down my spine. Still pressed against the door, he shielded me from the outside world, creating a haven just for us.
He caressed the small of my back with his other hand, building a fire within me that demanded attention. A tsunami of desire surged through my entire being and our lips collided once more. His grip on my neck tightened with a fierce possessiveness that matched the intensity of his kiss. I could feel my arousal begin to seep through my underwear. Oh gods, I wanted him.
Ares’s hand slid across my breasts with urgency. I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, needing to feel his bare chest under my fingertips. Ares removed his shirt swiftly, revealing himself to me. The sight of him standing there bare chested ignited a primitive need within me. His scars crisscrossed his body like a battlefield, telling stories of past struggles and trauma. My breath hitched.
There was no holding back any longer. Ares tugged off my dress, leaving me in my just panties as he gripped my hips. His leg pressed between mine, and I could feel his excitement as clearly as he could feel my own, a thrilling connection that heightened our mutual desire. He released my hip, and his hand slid down to my panties. He toyed with the waistband of them, teasing me before his fingers slid further down and began to rub circles around my clit.
Another moan left my lips. His fingers were determined, working quickly as they rubbed with purpose. My thighs tightened around his leg. Ares let out a teasing chuckle that vibrated through his body.
“So wet for me, baby. I love how your body reacts when I touch you.” He kissed my moan away. My sex pulsed for him, aching in a way it never had before.
As his lips parted from mine, I whispered, “Two can play at this game.” I reached for him and skillfully unbuckled his jeans. I slipped my hand inside, feeling his cock hard for me. I couldn’t help but wonder how many times he had fantasized about me while pleasuring himself.
I wrapped my hand tightly around him, my desire for him intensifying as I declared, “I want you to fuck me.”
He removed his jeans, exposing his boxers beneath. He laid me down on the bed, and quickly pulled my panties off.
Anticipation coursed through me.
He placed tender kisses on my thighs that sent shivers down my spine, weakening me further. As his lips inched closer to my clit, my fingers entwined in his hair, feeling the gentle warmth of his breath against my skin.
The sensation of his tongue caressing my sex elicited a sharp intake of breath from me that echoed in the air. He firmly gripped my ass, and while looking up at me with his devilish grin, he licked his lips and said, “Be a good girl and spread those legs for me,” I did as I was told, and I felt a ripple of pleasure scatter across my body.
Ares bit my inner thigh, as he rubbed circles around my clit. He eagerly delved back in with his tongue, provoking a passionate cry from me.
My thighs tightened, “Yes baby, you want more?” Ares teased as he thrust a second finger inside me. My back bowed off the bed, the bliss intensifying. I was aching with anticipation as his tongue worked its magic, exploring every inch of my being.
I could feel the pleasure building within me, like a storm about to unleash its fury. I screamed, my voice echoing to the heavens as he devoured me with an insatiable hunger.
The pleasure intensified, pushing me to the edge of pure ecstasy. I could no longer contain the sensations coursing through my veins. “Ares, don’t stop,” I cried out, my voice filled with a mixture of desperation and pleasure.
“You won’t come until I tell you to,” he growled dominantly against my clit, his words sending vibrations through my body.
I tried to resist the unstoppable urge that was washing over me, feeling such intense pleasure that it warped into pain, sending me gasping and pleading with him to let me come.
“Oh, please, Ares!” I shouted his name, grazing his hair, and his movements intensified.
“Come for me, Aphrodite. I want to feel you come.” he rasped, propelling me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. Euphoria washed over me, causing my lips to release a cry that mirrored the intensity of the moment.
Blood rushed to my head, amplifying my orgasm as my body trembled and shook. In that moment, I surrendered to the blissful release that left me limp and fulfilled.
My legs relaxed and fell to the side gently. He leisurely ascended my stomach with tender kisses, igniting a trail of anticipation toward my breast. I could feel the rhythmic pulsation of his desire pressing firmly against my abdomen. The touch of his lips on my neck sent chills along my skin while the gentle caress of his thumb on my bottom lip brought me to focus on him.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of longing and dominance. With deliberate slowness, he continued his ascent of kisses that left a trail of fire. “We aren’t done yet.”
Never in my wildest dreams did I think someone could take hold of me the way he did. I didn’t want to stop. I pushed him to the edge of the bed. He leaned up on his elbow as he stroked his shaft, watching me. I asked, “You like to think of me when you touch yourself?”
Ares stroked his cock. “I think about you all the fucking time.”
I straddled him, and he sat up against the headboard. I grabbed hold of his thick cock and rubbed his dull head against my folds, soaking him in my pleasure. His hips rocked in response. I pressed him inside me, letting out a deep breath at the sudden fullness of him. Ares growled in the pure darkness that surrounded us. He gripped my waist tightly, and as I rode his cock, he guided me where he wanted me.
I craved the feeling of his body on mine, and I couldn’t get enough. He kissed me deeply, and his hands pressed against my back, searching for a hold. I ground deeper. He kissed my breasts, and my head dropped back. He thrust harder, our breaths syncing to the rhythm we shared. Ares let out a moan, then squeezed my ass tighter. I kissed him harder.
“Make me come, baby,” he moaned louder, his voice was filled with desire as his thrusts strengthened, gaining speed and force.
With each glorious pump, both of us inched closer to the edge. I could feel my thighs clutching around his waist, my body responding to his approaching climax. Ares leaned me backward, sending electrifying sensations throughout my body.
The intoxicating scent of our passion hung thick in the air. His thumb expertly found my clit as I rode him, every thrust and bounce eliciting desperate moans from my lips. His cock filled me perfectly, every movement sending jolts through my body.
With a final, powerful thrust, we were overtaken by a tidal wave of pleasure. Our bodies convulsed together, drowning in the overwhelming intensity of our climax. I felt the warmth of his release inside me, mixing with the slick, heady heat of our desire. As we rode out the aftershocks, our breaths came in ragged gasps, our limbs entangled in a fevered embrace, savoring the last shivers of our shared ecstasy.
Ares’s strong, defined arms held me close as we lay intertwined on my satin sheets. Our breaths were heavy, our hearts pounding in sync as we basked in the aftermath of our fiery connection. His dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of adoration and an undying hunger. We could still feel the tremors of exhilaration coursing through us as if our souls had become one in that powerful moment of connection.
How could something wrong feel so right?
The room seemed to pulse with the energy of our passion, a sanctuary where time stood still, allowing us to revel in each other.
“My heart belongs to you,” Ares confessed. There was vulnerability in his eyes as he revealed his true self to me. His words hung in the air, creating a delicate tension between us. Time seemed to freeze, giving me the chance to comprehend the gravity of his confession. Ares, stoic and impenetrable, guarded his emotions. But at this moment, his vulnerability shone through, captivating me like no other.
I couldn’t help but study his face. The hard lines that usually defined him seemed to soften, revealing a side of him I had never seen. His eyes, normally filled with determination and strength, now held a mixture of fear and hope. It was at that moment that I realized the depth of his feelings.
The room swirled with uncertainty, anticipation, and an undeniable affection that grew stronger with each passing moment. The vulnerability he displayed had opened a door, inviting me to venture into a deeper connection with him.
My voice quivered as I spoke. “Ares, my heart belongs to you too.” In that instant, I made a conscious decision to embrace the unknown, and to let my defenses down in the darkness that surrounded us.