Page 100 of The Cursed Chalice

I don’t give her time to think. Holding her face, I press my lips against hers. We both moan as my tongue tastes the inside of her mouth.

Her hands touch the sides of my waist, trying to pull me closer.

“I need her too,” Aric murmurs.

For the first in forever, Aric and I become one flesh. I can’t hear or see him anymore.

“You’re a fucking miracle, Soraya,” I whisper against her lips.

Gripping the neck of her jersey nightgown, I tear it in half. Soraya gasps in shock.

“You think you can walk away from me?” I growl “I’m not a man you leave.”

“Ares!”

“Yes, baby. I need to see every part of you.” I toss the dress to the side. One hand digs into her ass, and the other is at her throat.

Her eyes rove over my face. “Make love to me, Ares.”

I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me. I carry us to the white sofa against the wall. Slowly, I sit down, pulling her down with me.

Her thighs are spread open over mine. Lowering my head, I kiss her neck and jaw.

Soraya rolls her head back, allowing me more access. Her fingers nimbly unbutton my shirt.

My hand eases into her thick dark hair. I pull the strands, making her arch her back. Her dark-brown nipples pucker before my lips. My tongue traces it, and then I suck the nipple into my mouth.

Soraya’s body bucks on my lap. “Oh God, yes. Please, Ares.” Her fingers go into my hair, gripping me to her chest. She rocks her hips over my legs.

I press my erection hard into her center. God, she is wet for me. I need to taste her.

“Take the panties off and sit on my face,” I demand.

She blinks in shock. “Ares, we don’t need to.”

“It’s a command, Soraya.”

She moves down my leg, then stands and pulls her underwear down, kicking it to the side.

In anticipation, I lick my lips and lean my head back onto the sofa.

“I don’t think I can do that there.” She points to the wall behind the sofa.

“You can, I got you.”

I pull her to me as my pleasure climbs. Her legs rest on the big pillows on either side of my head.

She looks down and smiles. Her smile drops into awe when my hand cups her ass, and I eat her pussy.

Soraya presses a hand against the wall, and the other grips the top of my hair. My eyes stay on her, as I suck on her clit.

“Fuck, Ares. I love you,” she cries.

I can see her stomach flutter and tighten. She rocks her pussy onto my face.

I moan, enjoying how wet she’s making my face. “My fucking wife.”

Her breath hitches. “My fucking husband. Yes, tongue fuck me just like that. Oh, God.”