Page 88 of Forced Vows

And her pronunciation needs a lot of work.

"My sweet flower, your perfume is all I want to smell." Leaning forward, I inhale and rub my nose along her slit.

Her pussy now has a small thatch of silky chestnut brown curls and I huff air over it, knowing how much sensation that can give a woman.

"Oh…" The word is long and drawn out. "That's so good. I thought…"

My tongue follows the path my nose has taken and her flavor bursts onto my tongue. "What did you think?"

"That it was more sensitive bare."

Her pussy?

"Let's find out." Pressing her thighs wide, I expose the flushed plump flesh of her inner lips and kiss them.

With my lips and tongue.

Her hands grip my hair and a litany of pleasure sounds fall from her sweet mouth.

I avoid her clit while lavishing attention all over her sensitive nether lips. Chasing more of her sweet honey, I spear my tongue into her channel, the tight flesh reminding me how innocent she is.

"Oh, Ares, yes…more…please…"

I give her more until she's begging Ares to let her come.

Lifting my head, I wait until she meets my eyes. "Miceli."

Call me Mars or Ares, I am the god of war, but she needs to acknowledge the man giving her pleasure is the Cosa Nostra underboss. The man she is going to marry.

Hazy eyes don't comprehend at first and then they focus, her mouth sliding into a slight frown.

Rubbing my thumbs up and down on either side of her swollen little bud, I lick her juices off my lips.

Her pupils dilate.

She likes that. My perfect bride-to-be revels in the earthy nature of sex.

But I need her to do it knowing exactly who she is getting her pleasure from. "Say, please, Miceli and I will give you the orgasm your body is screaming for."

"But you're Ares too."

"I am."

"So—"

"Say it." I will her to acknowledge me and who I am.

Her expression changes, her nose scrunching, her eyelids letting only a slit of her green irises show between them.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping my brain to squint."

What the fuck?

The beautiful features morph again, this time into a disconsolate frown. "I can't do it."

"You can't say my name?"

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