Page 96 of Inked Desires

“Enough staring,” he growls.

In a swift motion, he lifts me and kisses me with a fresh urgency. His fingers trail down my spine, linger on my ass, leaving a searing imprint. I moan into his mouth, reveling in the strength of his grip.

One hand leaves my body. I hear a rustle. My gaze drops just in time to see the condom sliding over his thick length.

He grabs my chin and tilts my face back to his.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks with a teasing smile.

I nod without thinking. How could I not? This man is pure desire incarnate. Half the city would agree with me.

His fingers glide down my hip, lower still, brushing my lower belly. I exhale a trembling breath. My eyes flutter closed under the wave of tingles.

“Look at me,” he orders, his tone firm but gentle.

I blink, forcing myself to meet his gaze. Only then does he begin to truly explore me. He strokes my length, playing, deliberately avoiding too much pressure. He’s teasing me, savoring my frustration.

“Please, Arès,” I beg softly.

That word shakes him. Finally, he gives in. His hand moves with slow, deliberate strokes down the length of me. My cry bursts out, raw and unstoppable.

“I love hearing you moan for me,” he whispers against my skin.“You’re so hard for me, little bunny.”

He torments me with slow, lazy touches. My mind falters.

“You want more?” he murmurs, a smile in his voice.

More? Can there even be more?

With Jace, I was never allowed pleasure. I was only there to satisfy him, no matter how I felt.

I nod. Of course I want more.

Without waiting, he spits into his hand, slicks two fingers, and eases them inside me. I cry out again, muffling the sound with his mouth.

Then everything accelerates.

He lifts me, sits down again, and settles me onto him.

“Take what you need,” he whispers.

I grab his cock, align him, and slowly lower myself onto him. Our breaths tangle as he fills me. He’s wide—too wide—and pain flickers through me before it melts into aching pleasure.

I start to move, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the friction. Then instinct takes over. My body rocks, bounces against him.

His grip tightens. His mouth finds my skin again.

Pleasure climbs, devouring everything.

I come undone in a wave of incandescent heat, clinging to him, letting myself be consumed by ecstasy.

Arès follows moments later, falling with me.

In the silence, broken only by our ragged breaths, he whispers:

“Fuck, I missed you.”

CHAPTER 22