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I turn in Ares’ arms, coming chest to chest. I loop my arms behind his neck, and he presses his forehead to mine. I allow my eyes to slide closed, and I take in a slow, deep breath.

It’s nearly impossible to describe how I feel right now. It’s like I’m exhausted. Like I’ve been working out nonstop for weeks now. Like I’ve taken AP tests for eight days straight.

But my body doesn’t feel tired. I don’t need to sleep. And I feel mentally sharper than ever.

But the exhaustion is there.

So damn much has happened in the last few weeks. It just keeps coming at us, one life-threatening situation at a time.

“You’re amazing,” Ares says, his lips moving against my skin. “How much you handle. The grace you handle it with. That incredible mind of yours. I worship at your feet, every day, Vengeance.”

“I really like that word,” I say as my entire body ignites. I bite my lower lip, looking up into Ares’ hazel eyes with a need that grows more demanding by the second.

There’s been so damn much doom and gloom. Since I got him back, we’ve dealt with one crisis after another.

As I stand here in his arms, with my body pressed against his, I need him.

A devilish grin tugs on Ares’ lips. His hands come to my hips, their touch turning possessive. “We should get out there,” he mutters, his voice low, rough. “Start doing what needs to be done.”

“Twenty minutes of worship won’t hurt anything,” I whisper in a rough tone.

The look in his eyes is lethal, wild. But there’s something else there, too—aching, devotion, heat.

He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth crashes into mine like a promise and a punishment all at once. There’s desperation in it, something raw and frantic like we both need to remember we’re still alive. That we still have each other.

My fingers claw at the hem of his shirt, and it’s gone. His skin is fever-hot against mine, his hands everywhere—my waist, my hips, my throat. My shirt disappears, followed by my pants. I’m gasping, clinging, and still, it doesn’t feel close enough.

We shuffle through the penthouse, bumping into furniture. Finally, Ares spins us, and the cold press of glass hits my shoulder blades.

He lifts my hands above my head, pins them against the window, and leans in close.

“If anyone looks up,” he breathes, lips brushing the shell of my ear, “they’ll see exactly who you belong to.”

A shiver runs down my spine—and it has nothing to do with the chill of the window.

I bite my bottom lip. “Let them.”

Ares growls in pleasure. His eyes flare red, and in one smooth movement, he unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor, my breasts exposed.

With a wicked grin on his lips, he sinks down to his knees, holding eye contact the whole time as he lowers himself.

His hands slide down my back, round over my ass.

He squeezes my cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh.

It’s a little different from when he’s done it before.

I won’t be bruised tomorrow. The thought makes me a tiny bit sad. I like being marked by him.

I don’t get much time to lament. Ares snakes his hand into my underwear from the front, gripping it in his massive hand. He yanks, tearing the delicate fabric. He lets it fall to the floor beside him. A manic smile forms on my lips.

We don’t have time to play for long. Ares gets right to it. He hooks my right leg over his shoulder. With his opposite hand, he pushes me back against the floor-to-ceiling glass, my back flattening against it.

He presses a hot kiss to my mound. My head tilts back with a groan when he laps his tongue out, and drags it up through my folds.

He then sucks at my clit using the very best, most brain-shattering pulse.

His massive hand grips my hip, supporting what must be half my weight, and it’s completely effortless for him.

I kind of get it now that I’m similar to him.

But his other hand… Oh, his other hand does wicked things.

A finger teases my entrance. I get two seconds of warning before he slips right inside me. It’s effortless with how wet I am.

“Fuck, you’re my favorite flavor,” Ares says against my skin, eating me out in the best way possible. He takes a full-mouthed bite at me, his teeth scraping against my flesh before he sucks me so hard my vision spins.

“Shit, Ares,” I pant, feeling the reckless need building inside me with the force of a freight train.

He moans against my pussy, and oh, those vibrations… Meanwhile, he pumps another finger inside me, curling them in a come-hither motion.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

In that moment, I remember that I am pressed up against a glass window that looks out over Central fucking Park.

It’s evening, nine o’clock, but this city never sleeps.

My bare ass is pressed up against that glass, to say nothing of my bare back, and just between my legs, my fiancé’s fingers pumping in and out of me have to be visible.

Someone could definitely see him on his knees and his head bobbing between my legs.

Fuck. That thought makes my blood burn so much hotter. I rocket closer to that cliff.

Does that mean I’m into… what would it be… exhibitionism?

I don’t give a damn right now. Because with one long, powerful suck at my clit, Ares shoves me over the edge. I shatter. The orgasm rips from my clit, out through my core, straight to my toes, to my fingertips, to the back of my skull.

“Ares!” His name screams over my lips as I see stars. My legs lose strength, but Ares’ grip never falters. He holds me pinned against the glass as I come undone. I pant, my bare chest heaving, my nipples pebbling against the cool air.

He does not cease sucking on me, pumping his fingers inside me.

And I’ve barely come down when Ares licks his way up to my belly button.

When he kisses a path between my breasts.

His hand comes up to cup my breast, and his fingers are soaked with my heat.

Ares kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips.

That hand continues north, his fingers wrapping around my throat, though he doesn’t squeeze.

“Get your pants off, now, and fuck me against this window,” I growl, looking up into his darkened eyes.

“I love that fucking mouth of yours,” Ares growls in approval. With one hand, he unbuttons his pants, and in one swift motion, they’re in a pile at his feet.

I barely get one glance down, taking in the sight of his beautiful, perfect, rock-hard cock before he spins me around. My hands fly out as he bends me over, his hands gripping tightly at my hips.

And one second later, Ares skewers me with that perfect cock. He slides inside me, zero resistance, as my wetness accepts him. He’s barely been inside me for two seconds before he starts sliding out and in, his pace picking up force with each thrust.

I hope this glass can take just as much as I can.

My fingers are splayed wide against it, and the force of Ares pounding into me from behind is no small thing.

I gaze out at the city at night. There are half a dozen people walking on the sidewalk directly below me.

I see four more walking in the park across the street.

Fuck. I kind of want just one of them to look up. They would see my tits bouncing as Ares slams into me. They would see my eyes roll into the back of my head. They’d see Ares’ fingers sliding between my legs, playing with my clit in a very ungentle way.

I feel it building again. How? How can he pull orgasms out of me this easily?

“I love every damn inch of this body, Vengeance,” Ares says, his voice completely feral. He rubs the pad of his middle finger up and down over my clit, taking long, beautiful strokes.

“It loves every inch of you, Venom,” I manage to get the words out.

He slams into me harder, the noise of it filling the penthouse.

A growl rumbles in his chest.

I sense it coming.

The earth-shattering finish.

Ares’ grip on my hip tightens. His finger slips over my little bud.

And the entire planet must detonate.

My vision goes white.

A gasping scream rips from my lips. Ares lets out a roar.

And I unravel. I shatter. I cease to exist, or perhaps I become the entire universe.

Ares groans again, thrusting one last time, pushing me to one last, ecstasy filled moment.

His arms wrap around my waist. His hot, soft lips press into my spine.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he says against my skin. “You’re absolutely addicting. You know that?”

“I think I might,” I say as I straighten and turn in his arms. “Good to know we’re both addicts.”

He kisses me, and I don’t know that his mouth has ever been this hot. His heart pounds in his chest, pressed into my own.

But it feels perfect. This. This is what I’ve been fighting so hard for. Why I’ll keep going, no matter what we have to face. Because these moments, just like this, are what makes every day with Ares, the best day of my life.

“That was twenty-two minutes,” Ares says as he crooks an eyebrow at me.

“Sorry, world,” I say, unbothered. “Guess I’d rather get plowed by my fiancé than worry about saving you.”

Ares smiles the most crooked, seductive smile, and I fucking melt. He leans in, his hands circling around to cup my ass cheeks, giving them each a squeeze.

“Have I ever told you that you have the absolutely most perfect ass on the entire planet?” he says low and rough into my ear.

“You haven’t,” I answer, utterly pleased.

He simply growls and nods. “And it’s all fucking mine.”

“I love that fucking mouth of yours,” I echo his own words back to him.

He smacks my left cheek and smirks at me as he turns, releasing me. “Come on, the world still needs saving.”

“Give me just a second,” I say as I step toward our bedroom. “Someone keeps ruining all of my underwear. And I’d rather not save the world commando.”