Page 72 of The Knockout

“So full . . .”

Another snap of his hips, and my orgasm is right there, just out of reach.

“And oh my God, so fucking good.”

He turns my face to his, owning my mouth, and I moan and mewl and cry.

It’s too much but might not ever be enough.

“Don’t stop,” I plead over and over and over again as I cling to him.

“Fucking never, Grace.” Then a switch flips in Ares, and he fucks me like a man possessed.

Harder.

Faster.

Driving me higher and higher.

“Give it to me, Grace. Give me everything.” He snaps his hips against mine and wraps his hand around my throat. “I want your body. Your heart. I want your fucking soul,” he growls.

I’m so hypersensitive, I’m basically an exposed nerve. One loud, thundering heartbeat pumping in time with his until I crest and shatter and come, absolutely destroyed.

“You were made for me, baby.” He fucks me through my orgasm and turns my face, demanding my mouth. His tongue dominates me. “All fucking mine,” he groans.

And just when I think I can’t possibly take another second, Ares slams his hips up one last time, and I scream out as another orgasm violently rips through me.

He follows me over the cliff and comes inside me, his mouth continuing to worship mine.

“I’m yours, Ares. All yours. Only yours.”

We lie there, tangled in each other.

Both of us trying desperately to catch our breaths.

He presses his lips to my temple. My chin. My lips.

“So fucking pretty, baby,” he whispers against my skin.

“So fucking yours, god of war,” I echo back.

I feel my eyes closing when he gets up quietly and walks into my bathroom. Minutes later, a warm, wet washcloth is pressed against my aching pussy, and my eyes fly open to find his. “Sleep, Grace.”

“Will you stay with me?” I whisper and grab his hand.

He pulls back the blanket, climbs in next to me, and covers us both. Then, just as I’m drifting back off to sleep, he whispers, “Gonna have to tell Bryn about us.”

“Hmm,” I answer because that’s pretty much all I’m capable of now. “She basically knows.”

“Good. Because as long as I get to have you, I want you right here next to me. Tell her or not, but this is where I’m gonna be.”

I hum my agreement—too tired to think of all the reasons why we can’t work and too happy to worry about any of it now anyway—and sink into the safety of Ares’s arms.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I sit up on Brynlee’s exam table and stare in shock. “Come on, Brynn. We don’t have to worst-case it here.”

She stands across from me in her red Revolution polo with her pretty strawberry-blonde hair pulled up, showcasing the scowl on her face. “I’m looking at your scans here, Gracie, and itisborderline worst-case scenario. How did you dance with this for so long? You had to have been in serious pain.”

I swing my legs over the table to jump off, and she stops me. “Listen to me. You can’t just jump off this table. You’ve got to keep your weight off your foot.”

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