Page 12 of Dancing with Daggers

Her hands buried in his silky dark hair, desperately needing to hang onto something as he ate her like a starving man. Ares's mouth and tongue and fangs were edging her towards her first real orgasm in months. He slid a long finger inside of her and she bit down a cry.

"Fuck, you are so hot and wet, Zia," he said, voice as unsteady as she felt. Her head went back, hitting against the wall, and her veins burned with lightning.

"Oh, shit, Ares," she gasped, and her body was coming before she could get another word out. Ares took the opportunity to suck hard on her clit, and she shook hard against him. Her legs gave out, and he caught her, lowering her onto her hands and knees.

His hands gripped the back of her singlet and tore it in half. His hands stroked over her shoulders before hitting the scar tissue and freezing. Fuuuccckkk. Zia usually kept a shirt on during sex for this exact reason.

"Who?" Ares said, his hand not moving from the pebbled skin.

Zia's mouth went dry, but she said, "Stupid dhampir kid called Paulo Anastides in my foster home. Couldn't control his appetite. My childhood wasn't as privileged as yours. Look, if it grosses you out, I'm happy to go back to my apartment, and we can forget?—"

"Stop. Talking," he snarled. He moved his hand from the scars, and his warm lips replaced them. He kissed over the horrible fang marks and mounds of scars. Zia's whole body went liquid, and something burned hot in her chest.

"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you," he whispered in her ear.

"Ah, I think you will find you're the one not going anywhere until I'm done with you," Zia pointed out.

"Keep running that mouth, and I'll fuck you in the ass while I'm at it."

Zia laughed. "You're making a lot of assumptions about what a girl is into there, pal."

"Fuck me, you just don't stop," he muttered and pulled off his shirt.

Zia looked over her shoulder and caught a delicious sight of a chest covered in tattoos and raised scars. "Yeah, my childhood wasn't as privileged as you imagine."

Ares wrapped her ponytail around his hand and gave it a pull. She gasped, exposing her throat to him. He ran his teeth down the tender column of her neck, and she bit her lip.

"Look at that, I finally found a good use for this fucking ponytail," he said and rubbed his dick against her pussy, making her squirm. "Wriggle all you want. You're not getting away. You had your chance."

Zia knew she probably shouldn't be so turned on by that thought, but goddamn it, she was loving hate sex.

Ares thrust the head of his dick into her, and she was suddenly thanking all the goddesses that dhampir couldn't contract STDS. His dick felt incredible as it stretched her pussy with each inch he got into her.

Ares was swearing under his breath, and Zia took the opportunity to shove herself backward, taking him all the way to his hilt in one quick move. Ares gasped, gripping her hip hard.

"Stop playing with your food and fuck me already," she mocked. It was a lot of bravado for a girl who had his dick so deep in her, she could almost feel it in the back of her throat.

Ares's hand fastened around the back of her neck and pinned her to the polished floor. Zia laughed because he was just too easy to stir up. The smile slipped right from her lips as he began to pound into her. He was merciless and every part of her loved it.

She tried to stop herself from sliding as Ares fucked her into the floor. He was going to break her, and she wanted him to. She looked over her shoulder at his lean, tattooed muscles shining with sweat, his dark hair damp and hanging in his eyes. Fucking magnificent.

"Think I finally found a way to shut you up," he panted. Zia opened her mouth to sass him, and he stuck two fingers in it. "No, don't ruin it."

Zia's fangs scraped over his fingers, and his blood soaked her tongue. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she came in an agonized scream around his fingers, her pussy clenching him so hard it was like she was trying to suck his soul out through his dick.

"Fucking hell," Ares whispered. He quickly removed his fingers. "Catch your breath. I'm not done."

Zia took a shaky inhale, and he flipped her on her back, spread her legs, and fucked back into her.

Ares's hands were on either side of her head, his viciously beautiful face hovering above hers. Zia grabbed his forearms, her nails digging into him, silently issuing a challenge.

Ares laughed, his face softening in a way that took her breath away. She let go of his forearm and grabbed his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss that smile right off his face. Zia was a collector of rare and beautiful things, and she wanted to keep it forever.

Ares's tongue fucked into her mouth, and he plunged into her relentlessly for another minute before he was coming hard with her name on his lips.

"Fuck," Zia panted, her brain turned to mush. "Hate sex. Great idea."

Ares's expression shuttered, and he lifted off her abruptly. He pulled up his pants and did up his zipper. "I'm glad you liked it, because it's not going to happen again."

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