Page 47 of Forced Vows

"There was no fight." The second he returned without Lala, my focus was entirely on Ares.

He spins me around and slams his lips down on mine.

Okay, so we're done checking in.

Kissing him back, I mold my mouth to his and get lost in the sensation of our lips and bodies pressed together so intimately.

I'm climbing him like a tree when the elevator dings. Moaning, my lips cling to his but he doesn't break the kiss. He wraps an arm tightly around me and there is the sensation of movement while our mouths eat at each other.

This is passion. The stuff you read about, but I sure as heck have never experienced.

Every place our bodies touch is on fire, including my lips. I wrap my legs around his torso and don't care that my short skirt is riding up so high my panty clad butt is on display.

He stops and there's movement behind me. Then we step into darkness, no light flickering against my closed eyelids.

My back slams against a wall and I use the leverage to push my aching ladybits against his hard abs. I writhe and buck, so close to something cataclysmic, but I can't quite reach it.

Ripping my lips from his, I pant, "Help me, Ares. Make me come."

I've climaxed before. On my own fingers, but this is already so far beyond that for sensation, I'll probably pass out when I actually come.

"Cazzo. You're a wildcat." He bites my earlobe and presses into me, forcing my thighs further apart.

"Aphrodite, not Cotso." Whoever that is, she's not here.

"Cazzo means fuck. Exactly what I'm going to do to you after I make you scream my name."

After? I can get behind that.

He slides his forearms under my thighs and lifts until my most private place is level with his face. He leans in and inhales, nuzzling right into my intimate flesh through the soaked crotch of my panties.

Jayzuz, Mary and Joseph!

He chuckles, sending hot air against me and making me shiver. "Are you Irish, Aphrodite?"

Shoot, I said that out loud. "Know a lot of blonde Irish women?"

It's pretty artful prevarication for how muddled he's got my brain right now.

All my thoughts are sitting in my cooch.

He doesn't bother to answer, his mouth is too busy exploring. Sparks of ecstasy are exploding all over my ladybits and I grab his hair because that's all there is to hold onto.

Ares growls, the sound vibrating against my clitoris. And I lose what's left of my rational thought.

Riding his mouth and yanking his hair, I babble about coming and gods among men and all sorts I won't want to remember later.

He bites my swollen bud right through the scrap of fabric covering it. And I detonate, screaming, "Ares!" at the top of my lungs.

That's not enough for the god of war though. He rubs up and down over my sensitive nub, not letting me catch my breath, but hurtling me toward another explosion.

When it comes, my body arches until every muscle is contracted, my shout incoherent and long.

Then everything releases, pleasure driven lethargy taking over my body. I lose my hold on his hair. My legs dangle bonelessly and my head lolls back against the wall.

With a masculine sound of pure satisfaction, Ares shifts me down his body so he can carry me with one arm under my bottom. His other hand grips the nape of my neck, keeping my boneless body from listing to the side.

Light comes in through the floor to ceiling windows and I get the impression of a large living room with a truly spectacular view of Portland at night. Ares doesn't stop until we're in the bedroom. Then he drops me onto the bed and I flop onto my back.

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