Page 86 of Beneath Scarred Vows

He draws out slowly before driving back into me. Each thrust is intoxicating, each retreat a torture. I watch in the mirror as he disappears into me again and again, mesmerized by the sight.

"Look how perfectly we fit together," he says, his voice rough with pleasure. "Look how beautiful you look taking my cock."

I smile.

We do fit perfectly, like two halves of something whole finally coming together. My body accepts him as if made for this purpose, as if designed specifically to receive him.

Ares increases his pace. One hand slides up my right side over my scar, and to my surprise, I lean into it. I don't hide, I don't turn, I don't dread his touch there.

Why should I?

"Yes, baby," Ares says, holding me tightly as he thrusts into me.

His other hand finds my clit again and I gasp. I'm still hypersensitive from my earlier orgasm, and his touch sends electric currents through me. My legs begin to shake, threatening to give out beneath me.

Sensing my weakness, Ares wraps an arm around my waist, holding me up as he continues his relentless rhythm. The room fills with sounds of skin against skin, deep breaths, and occasional moans.

It's the perfect soundtrack to this moment.

I watch his face in the mirror, captivated by the raw emotion I see. Gone is the calculated control, the careful restraint. In its place is something wild and primal—a man consumed by desire, by possession—all because of me.

"You're all mine," he growls, his eyes burning into mine through the reflection.

"All yours, baby," I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

His rhythm falters at my words, his control slipping. He drives into me harder, deeper, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Do you see how beautiful you are now? How you make me lose myself in your body?" he demands my answers.

"Yes," I say. Because it's true.

I now feel we belong to each other, bound by something deeper than marriage vows or family alliances.

My body begins to coil as my second orgasm builds faster than I anticipated—a tidal wave gathering strength. I can feel it coming, can feel my body tingling around him.

"Ares," I moan.

"Let me feel you come on my cock," he says, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

Even if I tried, I couldn't stop the explosion that comes on harder than anything I've ever known. My inner walls clamp down on him as waves of ecstasy wash through me. I cry out his name, watching him in the mirror as he works me, pulling pleasure from deep in my soul.

Ares slows his pace for a moment before he starts up again. He grips my hair tightly and I can feel him throbbing in me.

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His face is transformed with pleasure—jaw clenched, eyes dark and wild. I've never seen him like this, completely undone, vulnerable in his need.

"I want you to see," he pants, his hips rushing forward with brutal force. "I want you to see what you do to me."

I can't look away. His grip on my hair tightens, forcing my head back, exposing my throat. My body trembles with aftershocks of my own climax, still pulsing around him.

"Fuck, Katerina," he growls, his thrusts becoming desperate. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

I feel him swell inside me, growing thicker, harder.

"Come for me, Ares," I moan, grabbing my breasts and staring at him in the mirror. "I want your hot come inside me."

His eyes widen slightly at my words, as if surprised by my boldness.

A primitive groan tears from his lips as his body stiffens behind me. He slams into me one final time, burying his head in my neck as he pulses inside me, flooding me with his warmth.