Page 106 of Broken Obsession

Taking a modicum of pity on him, Ares removed the ball gag, wiping saliva from Eden’s face as he gasped.

When he whined again, the sound was clearer, unmistakable.

“Please,” Eden’s voice crackled. “Please.”

Ares kissed him with the same slow pace as his hips, and when Eden turned his head away, continued down his throat to that sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting until Eden was pulling on his restraints loud enough for the metal to clank.

“Lucifer!” He widened his thighs, taking Ares deeper on the next thrust. “Please!”

“This is how I felt all week when you refused to come to me,” Ares said. “Why should I be thoughtful of your needs when you couldn't care less about mine?”

“Manipulative bastard.” Eden backtracked when Ares stilled inside of him. “No, no, I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry. Please.”

“Please what?”

“You know what!” He tossed his head against the pillow. “Harder. Faster. I need you deeper, Lucifer, please! Let me come. I want to. Make me come.”

“There’s a lot ofme, me, mein there, Paradise.”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he offered. “Anything. Just stop this.”

Ares considered. He really was having a great time. He hadn’t felt this present or whole in…maybe ever. The only shadows in this room were the ones he and the Starling made, and reality wasn’t so much as cracked, let alone shattered.

“I could live here for eternity, just like this,” he admitted. “Inside of you.”

Eden sobbed. “Anything. I’ll do anything if you’ll just fuck me properly and be done with it. I’m begging you. God. My god.”

Oh.

Ares liked the sound of that.

He’d never cared about the moniker before, but hearing Eden call out to him like that…

“Promise?” There were other areas of their relationship that they could work on…Perhaps this was a golden opportunity. “Anything?”

“Yes!” Eden frantically nodded his head.

“And all I have to do is be rough with you?” Clarification was always necessary when setting rules. Unlike the man beneath him, Ares was sure to read the fine print of every contract he got himself involved with.

Eden licked his lips. “Make me come,” he said. “And come yourself.”

Ares snorted. “Do you think I’ll be done with you if I orgasm as well?”

“I need a break. Let me have one after, a real one, and I won’t resist the rest of the weekend. You can do whatever you like with me.”

Appealing.

“Deal.”

Ares drove into him with enough force that Eden’s head came up against the headboard.

* * *

“Is this seriously what you’re asking for?” Eden straddled Ares in the tub, working eucalyptus-smelling shampoo into his dark locks.

Ares kept his hands lightly on Eden’s hips, needing that connection even though he could feel Eden in his lap. He was lounging back in the massive clawfoot tub, enjoying the view and the sound of the rain still pattering outside. Night had fallen, darkening the windows, and he’d lit a few candles around the room, refusing to turn the lights on.

He didn’t want to risk bursting this moment. Things became too real in brightness. When you shone a light on them, all the chips and blemishes were easier to see. This weekend was about teaching Eden what they could be. Showing him denial had consequences. That if he continued to run from himself, he’d still wind up caught in the end.