Page 58 of Major Penalty

“Christ, Irene,” he rasps, his entire body tensing as his chest rises and falls.“ You don’t know what that does to me.”

He grabs my thigh, yanks me closer, and gives me a hard, possessive kiss. I press against him, my body begging for more even before I know what more is.

With his lips still on mine, his hands move, fast and rough. The sound of fabric ripping tears through the room before I register what’s happening.

My dress.

My heart skips a beat, my entire body locking up as the cool air rushes over my bare skin.

I suck in a sharp breath, my hands flying up, instinctively trying to cover myself, but Ares grabs my wrists.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, pinning my wrists down on the mattress, keeping me exposed. Ares’ eyes rake over me, slow and deliberate. His jaw clenches, his restraint visible in every tight line of his face as his gaze lingers on my bare breasts—dark, intense, and devouring.

“So fucking perfect,” he praises me. “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.” His lips slide against my throat, my collarbone, my skin—kissing, licking, biting—until his mouth finds my nipple.

“Oh, God,” I moan, fingers curling in his hair to press him harder against me.

Ares groans, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, his tongue following, soothing the sting. I arch against him, my body shaking as I fist his hair.

“Delicious,” he says against me. He flicks his tongue again, and I feel it everywhere. His fingers press against my clit, and my hips jolt. A sound breaks free from my throat when he circles his fingers, pressing just enough to make me tremble but not enough to satisfy. He’s making me wait, making me feel every second of this as his teeth graze my nipple again.

And then I feel my panties being pulled to the side. The cool air hits me right before his fingers find me again. Skin to skin, brushing against my bare clit. A moan slips free and I raise my hips, pressing into his touch.

His teeth nip my nipple again, not hard, but enough to heighten the burning need deep in belly. His fingers move with deliberate softness, exploring and teasing, leaving me helpless beneath his touch.

“Tell me no one’s ever touched you like this,” he rasps, almost like it’s too much to believe. When I don’t answer, Ares lifts his head, his expression dark as sin.

I freeze, my cheeks getting hot. How does he know? How can he tell?

I squeeze my eyes shut, my face burning.

“Say it.” He demands, as his fingers press deeper.

I force myself to look at him. His gaze holds mine, and I shake my head, my breath coming too fast, too uneven.

“No,” I whisper.

His eyes flash as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth with a slow wolfish grin. His hand clamps around my jaw as he slides his chin up my sternum, his lower lip dragging against my skin until his mouth finds mine. His kiss is deep and claiming, all hunger and lust.

His fingers are still teasing me, still making me shake with every slow stroke, unraveling me inch by inch. But he’s not giving me enough. I wither, hips jerking, desperate. Ares watches me, his breath hot against my throat.

“If I don’t slow down…” His voice is tight, wrecked. “I’ll lose it.” He leans in, his mouth so close I can feel every heated word.“ I want this to be good,” he murmurs. “I want you to remember your first time.”

I let out a broken sound—undone by how much he wants it to matter.

“Why did you come here?” he asks again, his voice low, lethal.

“I…I wanted to bandage your hand.” I shake my head, whimpering.

“No.” His voice is rough. “You didn’t come here for bandages.” He tilts my chin up. “You came here because you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have me between your legs.”

Heat slams through me as I gasp, my entire body tensing.

Ares hums before he starts pulling my panties down, just like he did in my office. I help him by lifting my legs, one after the other, and he slides them off, tossing them onto the bed. I drop my legs around him, completely naked. His gaze falls between my thighs, and instinctively, try to close them. He stops me, his strong hands pressing against the inside of my thigh, keeping me open wide. His eyes burn into spot between my legs, and I feel them like a physical touch.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice wrecked as he takes in the sight of me. His fingers brush against me, spreading my wetness, teasing the most sensitive part of me.

“That’s going to be a tight fit, little one,” he says, staring down at me. “And you’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?” He leans in, voice raw.

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