Page 64 of Beneath Scarred Vows

"Yes," I pant, bringing my legs up to wrap them around Ares, pulling him in deeper. "Harder."

He pounds into me, relentless, and I feel something building—something familiar, but it feels different this time.

It's like a warm buzzing sensation that starts from multiple points of my body and slowly heads to my entrance, where Ares's thick shaft is sliding in and out. I close my eyes, and pops of white explode. It feels like my body is being awakened for the first time.

I feel myself getting tense, my entrance tightening around his cock, my stomach, legs—everything coiling up on themselves.Like a bow and arrow being pulled back, I feel as if I'm about to release the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.

My body begins to shake slightly from the overload of stimulation and emotions. My breathing quickens, and I feel the edge coming.

Ares doesn't stop. He keeps fucking me like the good husband he is.

And then, all at once, I shatter.

Wave after wave of erotic pleasure crashes over me, exploding from deep within as I cry out, legs trembling.

"That's it," Ares moans. "Come on my cock, baby."

And when I do, my body goes numb, shaking from Ares's forceful thrusts and my body's own reaction.

It's the most amazing feeling I've ever felt.

I never knew pain could feel this good.

He slows his pace slightly as he lets me ride out the most intense orgasm I think anyone can ever feel.

"That's my good girl," he says and licks his lips. "But we're not done."

In one fluid motion, he lifts me up off the bed, and we're standing.

I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, with my arms circling his neck for support. The change in position makes me gasp—I feel him even deeper now.

"Oh God, Ares," I breathe, my voice higher pitched as I fight back moans.

His hands grip my hips firmly, supporting my weight as he starts thrusting into me again. The angle changes everything. Each movement hits places inside me that make stars burst behind my eyelids.

"Look at me, baby," he commands, and I force my heavy lids open to meet his gaze.

His thrusts grow harder, more demanding, more aggressive, giving way to something primal. Each movement sends shockwaves through my body, and I can't help but tilt my head back as the sensation overwhelms me.

He takes the exposed curve of my throat as an invitation, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before biting down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to mark me. Claim me. The sweet sting pulls a cry from my lips.

"Fuck," he growls against my neck, his breath hot against the mark he's made. "You feel so amazing. Like you were meant for me."

He carries me to the wall, pressing my back against it as he continues his relentless pace, filling me deeper and deeper with each thrust.

If the wall is cold, I don't feel it as I slam up against it, Ares's rhythm taking all of my thoughts.

He kisses my lips, and then his mouth travels lower, licking a burning path down my collarbone until he reaches my breasts. His lips close around one nipple, sucking hard before moving to the other, giving it the same attention.

My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him there as pleasure builds again—impossibly—so soon after the first wave. I never knew my body could feel this way—like I'm being unmade and remade with each thrust.

"Ares, I'm going to—" I gasp, feeling myself tightening around him again.

"Good," he says, his voice rough with exertion. "Let me feel you come apart again."

His hand slides between us, finding my swollen clit, and the additional stimulation is too much.

Stars blur my vision as I shatter once more, crying out his name as ecstasy crashes over me.