Page 59 of Blood Descendants
“Like what you see, Vengeance?” he asks, a smile tugging on his lips.
“Fuck me,” I simply breathe out.
He surges forward, taking my lips once more. He walks me backward to the bed. With one hand cupped behind my neck, he lowers me to the bed with his other. And my entire body lights on fire as Ares presses his lips to my stomach. His lips are a thousand degrees as he works them higher until, finally, they work their way up to the base of my sternum. And when he comes to the obstacle of my bra, he reaches up, and with one yank of his wrist, he tears that bit of fabric right off me, too.
A curse and a prayer slip over his lips as he unabashedly stares at my breasts. And my eyes close in ecstasy as he kisses hisway up the underside curve of the right one. Until finally, his lips latch onto my hardened nipple.
“Ares,” I breathe, writhing beneath his touch.
He answers only with a growl, sucking on me hard before he turns his attention to the other side. With a wide, flat tongue, he licks his way from the underside up, until his lips once more latch onto me on that side.
Fuck.
This man.
His mouth.
His hand slides down my stomach and then to my thigh. He grips my ankle, turning my leg out until I’m spread for him. And slowly, with fingers that feel molten, he slips them beneath my lacy panties. And he doesn’t hesitate as his fingers slide to my folds, finding them slick with my arousal.
“The fact that you’re wet for me, Vengeance…” he growls as he bites at my stomach. And suddenly, he slips a finger inside of me. A gasp rips from my throat, and I feel like I’ve been lit with a hundred fireworks. He stretches me farther as he pushes another finger inside.
A moan escapes my lips, and I tilt my head back, gripping the blanket as I cling to the earth for dear life.
“You know how long I’ve been fantasizing about this?” he says softly as his thumb presses directly on my clit. He drags it back and forth across it in the most delicious way. “Since you asked how to kill a vampire. Being in this apartment, not being able to touch you, not making you scream my name every night…” he growls, licking at my skin as if I’m the last meal he’ll ever partake in. “Please allow me to make up for lost time.”
“Ares,” I say, his name coming out a little desperate assomething gathers beneath his thumb. It comes from the far reaches of my body, pushing me toward the edge of a cliff.
“Perfect, Vengeance,” he says, the excitement picking up in his tone. He pistons his fingers in and out of me, picking up the pace, curling his fingers, hitting that spot deep within me as he rubs my clit with precision.
His free hand cups my side, and the bare skin to bare skin is the very best sensation in this world. He presses a reverent kiss to my stomach before shifting back. And the very next moment, he licks up the very center of me before latching his lips onto my clit and sucking. Hard.
I fall off that cliff. My entire body tenses, wound tight as a coil. And then I detonate.
The orgasm rips through me, draining the life from every corner of my being. Ares’ name rips from my chest in a wild, feral cry as I squeeze his head with my thighs. He sucks harder, his tongue stroking over my clit in the next moment, pushing my ecstasy to a level I never even knew existed.
A cry rips from my chest, and as my eyes fly open, all I see is white stars, the world dissolved into perfect bliss.
Ares gives one last lap at my pussy as the high begins to subside, just before he surges forward, claiming my mouth with his own. I taste myself on his lips, and it’s the headiest thing I’ve ever experienced. His hand cups my jaw, kissing me like I’ve never been kissed in my life.
Desperately, I claw at the sweats slung low around his hips. I shove them down, and Ares maneuvers as I do, kicking them off the bed.
With a gasp, I push myself up the bed till my head hits the pillow. Ares kneels there, looking every bit of me over with predatory possessiveness.
My eyes trail down the perfection of his body until finally I see it. Thick and long, my mouth goes dry as I take him in. Fuck. If that isn’t the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Think you can take it, Vengeance?” he asks, and while it’s wicked and teasing, it’s also sincere, with just a hint of worry.
I simply nod wickedly, reaching for him. “I want it. Now.”
Suddenly, the grin on his face falters. “Fuck. Lana, I don’t have any condoms,” he laments. “And I’m not looking to get you pregnant with any Born babies.”
“My period ended yesterday morning,” I say, breathless, pulling him to me. “You’re not going to get me pregnant this time of month.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathes, leaning in, kissing me in a searing kiss that reaches my very core. Between us, I feel him fist himself. He rubs the head of his cock along my entrance, a tease I can barely stand. He looks up, meeting my eyes for just a moment, one last request for consent.
I nod.
And Ares moves forward, sliding into me.
