Page 49 of Eye of the Hurricane (Weathering Doves Harbor #2)

Ares opens our front door just slightly too hard, causing it to slam against the wall behind it. I might be more concerned or even check the wall for damage if his lips weren’t all over me. He kicks the door shut with his shoe.

The second it clicks behind us, he backs me into the wall. He lifts my leg to hook around his hip.

Fingertips trail up my smooth skin and tease at the edge of my panties. The contact is enough to arch my back off the wall and into his chest. He breaks the barrier and his fingers dip under the fabric.

He drags them through my juices before bringing his glistening fingers between our mouths, close enough to touch both of our lips.

“See how fucking delicious you taste, honey,” he grumbles before taking a lick himself. He groans in pleasure.

My tongue darts out and meets the warm, sticky liquid on his fingers. I taste sweet and savory all at once.

He sinks to his knees right in front of me and loops his fingers into the band of my panties. He drags them down my thighs and I step out of them, attempting not to let them snag on my heels.

He grabs my ankle and props one of my legs up over his shoulder. I do what I can to not let my heel dig into the flesh on his shoulder.

He doesn’t waste any time. He dips his head between my thighs and starts devouring me. There’s no attempt to ease me into it. Suddenly, I’m using all of my attention willing my knees not to buckle.

My hands fly to his hair, tugging at it. He groans against me, sending vibrations up my spine.

“Take me to bed,” I whine, bucking my hips against him.

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment before wrapping an arm around the small of my back and hoisting me up around his hips.

Between broken kisses, he carries me to my bedroom and drops me onto my bed.

“On your knees, face to the mattress,” he demands. I can hear his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the floor behind me. In no time, he’s behind me, hard cock pressing into my ass.

“Give me your hands. I wanna look at that ring I put on your finger while I fuck you,” he says, grabbing my wrists and restraining them with his belt.

When he presses into me, all I can do is cry out. It’s a helplessness that fuels the fire of my pleasure.

“Honey,” he starts. I hear the sliding of a drawer followed by some rustling. “Remember your word?” he asks. I hear the familiar buzzing of a vibrator right before it’s pressed against my clit.

“Yes,” I pant out.

“Tell it to me.”

“It’s pumpkin.” He chuckles slightly to himself. Then with three clicks of a button, my vibrator is put on its highest setting. Just like that, I’m experiencing the kind of bliss that has me losing grip of my senses.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. Subconsciously, I tug at the belt around my wrists.

“It’s a leather belt, baby, it’s not going to budge.” All I can do is whine in response.

His thrusts are unrelenting. Every last one drives me a little closer to the edge. My legs tremble and he doesn’t show me any mercy for it.

It’s so good, I feel like I can’t breathe. I can’t even see or comprehend my own thoughts.

“It’s too much, Ares. Too good. Please.” I don’t know what I’m pleading for. More, less, mercy, cruelty, I don’t know. He slows, but doesn’t stop.

“If you’re at your limit, you know what I need to hear,” he reminds me. I don’t have any desire to use the word. I don’t want this to stop. I feel like I’m right at the brink of shattering. For whatever reason, I find myself wanting to shatter.

When I don’t say anything, he returns to his previous pace. “That’s what I thought.”

“Untie me, please. I want to touch you,” I whine. The belt unclasps and my hands fall loosely to my sides. He gives me the space to flip over on my back before he climbs on top of me.

His hand slips between us, guiding his cock back inside. My eyes snap shut and when the vibrator is pressed back onto my clit, my back bows off the mattress.

“Come on, honey. Soak my cock,” he coaxes me. The low vibration of his voice is enough to throw me over the edge, free-falling into oblivion. I shatter with a loud mix of cries and curses surrounding his name. “That’s it, baby.”

He doesn’t back off a bit, driving me higher and higher with no comedown. That’s when a warm gush soaks my thighs and his.

“Fuck!” I cry out, unable to pay any mind to what just happened. I’m stuck in a web of blinding euphoria. With a choked groan and one last snap of his hips, he comes in me.

When he pulls out and removes the vibrator, I’m snapped back to reality and feel like my feet are finally touching the ground.

“I didn’t know you’d take me so literally when I told you to soak me,” he says with a laugh. I pop up on my elbows to see the mess I made.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t even know I could do that,” I apologize.

“Don’t be sorry. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever watched.”

“I’ll clean it up,” I tell him.

“No, you’ll get ready to go meet everyone at Roman and Audra’s and I’ll throw all of this in the laundry,” he corrects. I smile up at him.

“Can I wear your pajama pants?” I ask him. His head snaps in my direction with bright eyes.

“You’re going to go without a dress?” he asks, unable to hide his wide smile.

“Yes.”

“I love you,” he tells me, dropping a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you.”