fourteen -Ares- #3
“That’s it. That’s your truth. Not the lies you’ve been feeding to yourself.
” I let out a dark laugh, maintaining that perfect, terrible angle, driving relentlessly toward a peak she won’t be able to stop herself from reaching, no matter how badly she wants to prove her independence.
That crawling was just a means to an end. Yet deep down, we both know better.
Her breath comes in ragged pants as my muscles tense in anticipation.
“Say it,” I demand, suddenly slowing my pace to shallow teasing strokes that keep her hovering on the edge. “Say you wanted this. All of this.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, with a desperation that is so uncommon for her.
But I don’t like her answer. My hand comes down on her ass again, harder this time, so that she knows I’m not joking. “That’s not what I asked for. Tell me you want to be mine. To truly belong to me. Admit it.”
She presses her forehead against the wood, and I can see the war going on in her mind as her body burns for release. “Please,” she whispers the words foreign on her tongue.
“Please, what?” I repeat, my voice unyieldingly.
“Please…” She swallows her next words, but I can see the last fragments of her resolve crumbling. “I—”
She wages an inner war greater than I thought possible, so, I resume my punishing rhythm. Just to remind her of what she might be missing out on. “Who do you fucking belong to?” The question punctuates a particularly deep thrust.
“No one,” she spits back in the final act of defiance.
My hand goes around her throat, not squeezing, but resting there as a reminder of my power, of my control, while my other hand slides beneath her, my finger finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs and circling it until her breathing becomes so erratic that she kicks her feet against the desk.
“Wrong answer,” I growl. “Try again.”
She tries to fight me off for a second, deep down, I know that’s not what she really wants. She’s trying to prove herself, to cling to the last drops of her independence, or at least show me that she doesn’t want to go down without a fight.
But then my fingers start moving again, and I know she’s so close that her body will fucking implode soon.
I lean in, drawn by a tear that’s falling down her cheek, and I lick its path. The saltiness becoming the sweetest thing in my mouth. Because I know this is the first sign of her letting go of that wall she’s built around her.
“It’s okay, little curse. It’s okay to stop fighting it.
It’s okay to accept you’d do everything I’d ever ask you to.
The same way I would do everything for you.
” My fingers resume moving against her swollen clit as I press her face on the desk, neck still collared by my hand.
“Tell me the truth. Tell me what you really feel.”
She lets out the final sound, something I heard many times in battles from defeated warriors. But this time her destruction is really her salvation.
“To you,” she finally chokes out, surrendering completely. “I’m yours,” the words come with another tear.
“Again,” I command, increasing the pressure of my fingers.
“I belong to you,” she cries out, louder this time, her dignity forgotten in the face of everything else that is between us. “To you, Ares.”
Her admission unleashes something primal in me. And although I want to hold her now, I also fucking want to ruin her.
So I’m taking things one at a time. My thrusts are becoming erratic, the sound of flesh meeting flesh coming with an irresistible decadence. My fingers move faster, more insistently against her as my own body tightens with a need that feels like it’s going to make my every single cell blow up.
She shatters with a scream, so raw that it sounds like defeat and victory altogether.
I go on as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
Her tight cunt clenching around me so deliciously, I can barely hold onto my sanity as I continue to drive into her.
She feels too fucking good, too addictive… too made for me.
With a roar, I follow her over the edge, my body towering above her as my cock twitches with hot pulses, spilling myself deep inside of her.
For endless moments, we remain locked together, trembling, gasping with more than just pleasure.
I don’t even know how the fuck I went from being pissed off at her to this.
To scooping her in my arms, while her body trembles from my absence as I withdraw from her; gathering her against my chest and carrying her back to my bed, our bed.
Cradling her naked body. Holding her as she cries in my arms, releasing everything she’s built up inside, and accepting her true fate.
Being Mine. Keeping her safe while running a hand through her hair as I chase away the last of her fears.
“I’ve got you, little curse. There’s no need for lies anymore.
” My hand reaches beneath her chin, lifting her head up so she’ll look at me.
“Breathe now. You’ve got your own personal monster to defeat whatever you’re fighting with. ”