54. Ares
Ares
Lourdes is still holding her bouquet as I carry her as my wife over the threshold, and when we enter our bedroom, I kick the door shut behind us.
Our lips never break contact. I love her hot mouth. She tastes sweet and kisses me with a swirling tongue like no one ever has. Every time our lips touch, I go insane.
“I can’t believe we’re actually married,” she pants.
“Believe it. You’re my wife.” I lower her to her feet and carefully remove her veil.
Still kissing, she breathes into my mouth and arches her hips into me.
“How much did this dress cost?” She breaks off to ask me something that should be of no concern to her.
I vaguely remember Shea telling me. The price tag did give me pause for one second. But then I saw her in the dress in my mind and my black card smoked by the end of that day.
“Turn around,” I order her. “I want to undress you.”
“I want to know.”
“It was designed by a bridal house with a twenty-two-month wait,” I say as I lower the zipper. “After looking at sketches and estimating the cost to make it in forty-eight hours, I decided I wanted it. I paid for the design outright. You will be the only one to wear this dress. Ever.”
With her hand pressed to the bodice of the dress, she twists and says, “And how much was that?”
“Three million dollars,” I confess because I want her to know what she means to me.
“Ares!” She reaches for her bouquet and throws it at me. “That’s obscene.”
She may not have my heart, but she’ll have free rein to do a number on my wallet.
And that gets me hard as fuck. “Then sell it. Auction it off.” I kiss her shoulder. “Give the money to charity.”
“That idea I like.”
“I guess that means I can’t tear it off you.” I spin her around to finish with the zipper and the small buttons at the waistline.
The dress parts until it falls at her feet. Lourdes stands there in a white strapless bra and a tiny white lace thong.
“I need to see more of you.” I reach across her back and unclip the bra.
She lets it fall to the floor and gasps when I take each breast in my hands. I groan at finally having her as mine. With my name.
Closing my eyes, I press my lips to hers and sink my tongue deep into her mouth. I release her breasts and wind my arms around her waist, crushing her against me.
I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling her soft, tender skin.
“You are so damn beautiful.” My lips work their way down until I reach the rim of her thong. On my knees, I look up at her. “Are you wet for your husband?”
She widens her stance and puts her hands on my shoulders. “Find out for yourself.”
I reach between her legs and… Fuck, she is so wet. “I need you to come in my mouth first.”
Our eyes lock, and a magnetic shock passes between us. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before. It’s uncomfortable yet familiar.
Christ, I’m falling in love with her.
As I stare up at her, a hint of moonlight streams through the windows, setting off a glow against her skin. Lips bruised from my kiss at the altar, she stares at me. Waiting.
“Lie back,” I growl. “Spread your legs.”
She positions herself in the center of the bed, elbows propped up, splaying her legs open.
I lean over her and twist the strap of her thong. “This has to go.”
She lifts her hips and lets me slide them off. I shudder when her bare cunt is revealed to me.
“Stay still and let me look at my wife.” My eyes feast on the beautiful woman aching for my mouth as I hurry to get this damn tux off.
The bow tie unravels, but I don’t bother with the shirt buttons. I tear it off, not caring as all the enamel beads go flying.
“Let me.” She reaches out to help with the cufflinks.
Opening my wrist cuffs, she kisses the center of my palms. Then she takes my one hand and puts it between her legs. “Lick me, Ares. Please.”
I manage to get out of my clothes without looking like an escape artist battling a straitjacket and crawl across the bed. I bury my face between her legs and start eating her tasty cunt.
“Ares,” she whimpers, clutching my hair.
“Christ, I’ve wanted you for so long. Here you are. With my ring, my name, and your legs spread for your husband.”
“Please…” She begs me.
I suck on her clit and alternate with my tongue deep in her pussy. Back and forth until the taste of her is everywhere.
“That’s so good.” She squirms.
I keep licking up and down, swirling my tongue around over her nub. Curling my arm under her thigh, I spread her wider.
Her back arches off the bed when I flick my tongue into her ass.
“Ares,” she pants, sounding ready to fall apart.
She gets wetter and wetter, and I wait for the spring of life. As her orgasm crashes into her, she pulls my hair with a firm grip. She gushes for me, and I lap it up as she comes and convulses around my tongue.
“Yeah, little storm. Squirt for me. Squirt all over your husband.”
She cries out, legs shaking, fists pounding, hips gyrating. Then she slows down, and her head falls sideways like she actually passed out.
I shift over her and grip her chin gently. “You okay?”
We make that eye contact again. “I won’t survive this.”
I laugh. “Let’s figure out how to survive each other.” I climb off the bed and stand up, gripping my cock. “Suck me off.”
Smiling, she flips over and crawls to the end of the bed. Lourdes wraps a hand around my hard, swollen cock and takes it into her mouth.
I groan as her tongue swirls around the head, then she sucks on the tip.
“Lourdes.” I fist the back of her hair, gently guiding her mouth to take my full length. “I can only take a few moments of this.”
After my long shaft slides down the back of her throat once, I pull out. She sits up and kisses my chest, the planes of my abs, and each of my nipples. I use the leverage to grab one of her legs and flip her onto her back.
“I need to be in control. This won’t be gentle.” I lie across her body and kiss her deeply.
Positioning myself between her thighs, I hold her gaze as the crown of my cock finds her wet entrance.
“Hold the fuck on.” I thrust inside of her and immediately see stars. I slide my hand over her smooth hip to grab an ass cheek and grip it firmly, getting deeper inside her. “Christ.”
I begin fucking her like a madman.
“Ares…” She arches, head back, and moans as her breasts bounce in rhythm with my thrusts.
“I know, my storm. You feel so good with my cock buried inside you.”
“Don’t stop.” She runs her nails down my back.
I thrust again, and she clutches my ass, those nails now digging into my fleshy halves. I sink deeper while increasing the pace. Needing those tits in my mouth, I slide my lips down her neck until I find a hard peak. I suckle one and then the other.
She moans and curls her hips, lost in the sensation of being fucked by the God of War.
“Lourdes, fucking fuck,” I grind out, thrusting faster and harder.
The sound of skin slapping competes with her moans that fill the room. With every round of thrusts, she gets louder.
“Let those new guards hear you being driven crazy by my cock. Train them to take it.”
“Ares, I’m coming.” Her pussy tightens painfully and pleasurably around my cock as she climaxes.
A shadow of us dances on the far wall. I’m arched over her, her legs wrapped around my waist.
“You just got impossibly tight,” I groan. “I’m spiraling.”
I press my forehead against hers, our eyes locked while I meet my downfall.
“You can come inside me,” she says. “I’m due to get my period any day. I’m actually late.”
Wait, what?
“Fuck…” Muscles burning, head spinning, I give a few more final thrusts, hoping I don’t fucking die in her arms. But if I do, I can’t imagine anywhere else I want to depart this world.
“Oh God,” she moans, breathing shakily.
“That’s me, I’m your God of War. Now surrender to me.” I watch her come again, and it sends me over the edge.
My cock pulses, and warm cum fills her tight, convulsing cunt. Covered in a layer of sweat, I drop down and hold her, feeling her slick body.
“Ares.” She gazes at me, her face flushed. “I love you.”
I exhale slowly. She’s an emotional complication I didn’t plan for.
“What you feel right now is relief,” I say, dying, spiraling. “Safety. Gratitude.”
“I know what I feel. Yes, it’s part of that—” She stops when my lips press lightly on her mouth.
My gaze locks on her eyes. “Don’t confuse this with something else. I care about you. I’m not sure I can say it’s love.”
She blinks and then looks away.
I kiss her fingers, the rings to remind her that no matter what I feel, she’s mine. “Get some sleep. I need to show my face at Club Wicked.”
I untangle myself from her to get out of bed.
And I don’t look back.