Page 103 of A Touch of Chaos

“I wanted to thank you again,” she said. “For rescuing my sister.”

He raised a brow. “By having sex with me?” he asked.

“Are you saying you don’t want to?” she asked, planting her hands against his chest, grinding harder against him.

Fuck, she was making this difficult. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her. He didn’t want the feelings that would inevitably come with it.

His fingers pressed into her thighs.

“I’m saying I don’t want you to fuck me because you feel obligated,” he said.

“I don’t feel obligated,” she said.

She bent and pressed a kiss to his chest and then another.

“Ari.”

But at the sound of her name, she ran her tongue over his nipple, then her teeth, and he decided he didn’t really care why she’d come to his bed, only that she was here and touching him.

She kissed down his stomach, tugging the blankets away until her mouth hovered over his cock.

This is really happening, he thought as she met his gaze.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, except he was really hoping she would.

She didn’t say anything, just took him into her hand and licked him from root to tip. He thought he was going to die, except he couldn’t, because then he would miss this whole thing, and hereallydidn’t want to miss this.

He was also really glad she couldn’t hear his thoughts, because that would be embarrassing.

“Fuck yes, Ari,” he hissed as her warm and wet mouth closed over his cock, her tongue swirling in dizzying circles.

He reached for her hair, raking it to the side so he could see her better, watching as her head bobbed and her mouth stroked. When she released him, it was with an audible pop and a delicious groan.

Then she met his gaze and smiled, licking the come that had beaded at the tip of his cock. He wasn’t sure what was more arousing, the feel of her mouth or the fact that she was having fun doing this.

“Fucking tease,” he said, inhaling between his teeth as she ran her tongue lightly over the pulsing veins of his shaft, all the way to his balls, which she lavished with her tongue.

When she started to move back to his dick, he sat up and she followed. Their mouths collided, and Dionysus gripped her ass, pulling her forward so her knees were on either side of him and his cock rested between her thighs. His hands dipped beneath her shirt, smoothing up her sides to her breasts. He squeezed them and teased them. All the while, she rocked against him.

His head felt so hot he thought it was going to explode.

They parted long enough for Ariadne to pull her shirt over her head, and then Dionysus buried his face between her breasts and took each of them into his mouth, tasting her sweet skin. He liked the way she arched against him, the way she pulled his hair.

“I want you inside me,” she said as she kissed him.

He said nothing because he couldn’t. His mind was blank, filled to the brim with nothing but sensation and need.

He wanted inside her too.

She shifted away, pulling off her shorts before rising onto her knees and straddling his lap. He pulled her closer, and he ran the tip of his cock through her wet heat, pushing deeper when he knew he was in the right spot. Then Ariadne slid down, and her legs locked around his waist. Every part of them was aligned, including their eyes. It was intimate in a different way, beyond just being inside her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said.

A small smile curved her lips, and she leaned forward, her mouth moving over his as she teased. “And you didn’t want me.”

“I always want you,” he said. “Even when you don’t want me.”

Then he kissed her hard, and Ariadne pressed against him, hugging him tighter. He was so deep inside her, his balls rested against her ass, and he could feel her clit scrape against the hair on his lower stomach.

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