Page 50 of Forced Vows

Her giggle cuts off abruptly as my fingers unerringly find the wet folds of her slick snatch.

"Since I can't see you, I'll have figure out where everything is by touch," I tease.

"Like you don't know." Her voice rises on the last word.

Maybe because I let one fingertip slide over the rosebud at her back entrance.

"Ares?" she asks uncertainly, confirming her innocence of this act.

If only she lived in New York. We could be lovers until the blood alliance with Shaughnessy's mob is formalized.

We only have tonight, so we'll have to make the best of it.

I'm so lost in her body, I almost forget the condom and have my head inside her before I remember. I never forget.

But when she goes stiff under me, I remember. "Don't worry. I'll put one on. Just give me a second."

"T-take your time," she says between stuttered breaths.

She's as turned on as I am, which makes me want to tease her and go as slow as my own libido will let me. So, I don't slam in with a single thrust like my balls are aching for.

No, I take it one slow inch at a time.

"Just do it, Ares, please."

"Do what?"

"Fuck me!"

I do. She just lies there at first and I think she's not into it. How is that possible? But then she thrusts upward and by the next thrust her nails are scoring my back.

She comes with a sob and I let her pussy milk my own release out of me.

For the first time in my life, I resent the condom stopping my semen from pouring directly into her body.

Marking her as mine.

Unable to look away from the beauty in the bed, I remove the condom and toss it in the trash without looking at it, before putting another one on my still hard cock.

Begrudgingly.

I bite back the urge to ask if she's on birth control and offer to show her my latest clean bill of sexual health. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don't go bareback with my sex partners. Ever.

But fuck do I want to mark her. I settle for sucking up pretty purple marks on her breasts and throat throughout the night as we make l—fuck that. As we fuck over and over.

I don't know what time it is when I wake up, but it's still dark outside. Aphrodite is curved into me like a kitten, her body molded perfectly to mine.

"Mmm…Ares…" she slurs in her sleep.

Ares, the god of war. More fitting than she'll ever know. A woman like this can't live in my world and I don't have any business in hers.

That thought gets me moving. I order her a car, pull on my trousers without boxers and then wake her up.

She rubs her eyes sleepily. "I don't think I can again tonight."

"It's time for you to go home. Your car will be here in twenty minutes." It's enough time for a quick shower but not enough for a drawn out goodbye.

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