Page 15 of Dancing with Daggers

Zia slid her fingers over her pussy, her legs widening further so he could see everything. He gripped the top of the doorframe, and she could make out the curved shapes of his biceps.

She pressed a finger into herself, chasing an orgasm her body was now demanding of her. She looked up at Ares again and circled the wetness around her clit. She trailed her other hand over her breast, down the curved roll of her stomach. She brushed her finger over her holes. The door banged open, and Ares was suddenly standing in front of her. His scent of bergamot and rosewood flooded her senses, and she bit her lip against the effect he had on her.

"Put on a show all you want. I'm still not giving you my dick," he growled.

Zia laughed, steam pluming between them. "I'm doing a better job without it, thanks."

"You're looking a bit hot there. Maybe you should go and cool down a bit," he suggested. When she still didn't move, he picked up the water bowl from beside her. He trickled the smallest amount between her breasts, and she hissed at the conflicting sensations.

She made sure he was watching when she put two fingers inside of herself. His chest tattoos were shining from the steam, and Zia let her eyes wander over them and the dark treasure trail leading under his tented towel.

"Get out, or I'll start playing games too," Ares growled, tipping a little more water on her mound so it trickled over her hypersensitive clit.

"Go right ahead. I've already seen what you're packing," she teased, breathlessly. Oh gods, she was so close to coming, and she still refused to back down. Maybe she really had gone insane.

Ares's towel dropped to the tiles, and Zia bit back the giggle threatening to claw its way up her throat. Ares wasn't put off by her staring. His large hand wrapped around his dick, and Zia's mouth watered. His whole body was lean power; his dark hair was hanging in his eyes, and his pale skin was flushed from the heat.

Zia was still staring at him when her orgasm crashed through her, and she arched her back as it burned through her.

"Get out, or I will come all over you," Ares growled.

Zia looked up at him through her damp lashes. Fuck, this man was stealing all her common sense. "Do it."

"I mean it," he ground out through his teeth.

Zia still didn't move. He snarled, and she began to circle her clit once more. His eyes locked on hers, and with her name on his lips, he came in long spurts across her tits and belly.

Zia gasped, and he caged her in. He stroked his fingers through the mess and further down. "You're looking like you're struggling there. Let me show you how you like it."

Zia didn't have the self-control to say no. It was the last thing she wanted to say. Instead, her traitorous head only nodded in consent. Ares's lips stretched into a dark smile, and he scooped some of his come on his fingers and fucked it into her. Zia let out a helpless sound as he thrust them in and out of her.

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he mused with that damn smug smile. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot and making her shake. "No,. That's it. My mistake."He didn't look away as his other hand cupped her breast and tugged on her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. His expression turned feral before he dropped his fingers to her clit. "Come for me again, and I might let you have the steam room after all."

"Ares…" Zia grabbed onto his forearm and tried to catch her breath. She was too hot; everything was too hot.He pumped his fingers into her harder and she lost her mind. Her orgasm was a rush of burning heat, and she was drowning in it. "Fuck."

Ares chuckled, slowly removed his fingers from her, and put them to his mouth. Fucking hell.

Zia needed to get out of there before she said or did something really dumb. She couldn't trust herself around him. She shouldn't want him so recklessly, and she really shouldn't have let her temper get the better of her.

"Steam room is all yours," she said, moved out from under him, and got to unsteady feet. She was still human, so she turned and looked at his perfect toned ass before she pushed open the door. His soft husky laughter followed her all the way out.

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Ares's good feelings of victory lasted until about ten seconds after Zia had left. Then they vanished and left him hollow. He picked up his towel and wrapped it back around his waist.

"Let it go," he whispered under his breath. He tilted his head back and breathed in deeply. He could smell her arousal and perfume still in the air.

This fucking woman. He prided himself on his control, but when it came to Zia, it didn't exist. She shredded it to pieces and smiled while she did it. Ares had fucked up the previous night, and he wasn't going to do it again. "No, not letting it go."

Ares pushed the door open and stalked his way into the showers. He pulled the curtain back, and Zia yelped in surprise, her hands still shampooing her hair.

"What now?" she demanded, and whatever he’d planned to say to her vanished.

"This is my shower too," he growled.

Zia threw the soap bar at him, and he caught it as it bounced off his chest. "Wash my back or get the fuck out. I'm done with your attitude, Volso."

Ares gestured for her to turn around, and she did with a huff of annoyance. He ran the soap over her shoulders and looked smugly at the bite bruise on her neck. He washed her scars and tried not to feel murderous.

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