Page 60 of Blood Descendants
I have to let out a breath, my entire body freezing for a moment. Shit. I feel full. Absolutely stretched to the brim.
But as he hesitates for a moment, giving me a second to adjust to him, my body relaxes just a little. And he slides in farther.
Damn. How is there any more room inside me to take any more of him?
As I let out a breath, he slides inside me farther still until finally, he bottoms out, buried to the hilt inside of me.
“You okay?” Ares breathes, the air coming in and out of his lungs ragged. His entire body is trembling, as if it’s taking everything in him to hold back.
I take a second to answer. I feel as if he’s climbed into every bit of me, occupying my body at the same time.
But by the second, it feels… sensational. Like fate. Like exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out again as I rise up to meet my lips to his. His tongue invades my mouth, and slowly, gently, he slides out of me before pressing back inside. I let out a slow breath, Ares catching every bit of air. My body relaxes to him, stretches, adapts.
And shit, the sensation of him inside me?
“More,” I beg.
Ares buries his lips against my throat, bracing himself on his forearms above me as he slides in and out. I raise my knees around his hips, opening wider.
My entire world centers down to this moment, to this man, to this union. I rock my hips against him as Ares slides in and out. And when I moan in desperation for more, he picks up the pace. My head spins with the intensity, with the incredible sensations ripping through me.
I’ve had sex before. With two other men. But nothing,nothing, compares to Ares Hunt.
The lithe form of his body. The immense size of him. The words he whispers against my skin. The kisses that turn me electric.
I nearly cry out in frustration when Ares slides out of me completely. But I’m rewarded almost immediately by him sliding the length of himself over my clit. And the slick pressure of it immediately chases me sky high. The sensation comes over me again as he grinds himself up over my clit. And that it’s my wetness giving it lubrication… Fuck, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
My head throws back as a gasp rips from my throat, and I’m shot out of a cannon toward my undoing.
“Ares!” I cry.
And just as I trip over the edge, he plunges back into me, spearing me all the way through the center. The feral, ragged noises coming from his lungs propel me harder, faster.
I shatter.
Ecstasy. Bliss. Ares is my undoing as I come, and it is not quiet.
Ares curses as a roar rips from his lips and he shutters into me, his entire body tensing around me, caging me in.
By the time it subsides, I’m a quivering, shaking mess. And I’ve never, never felt more satisfied in my existence.
There are roughly four million other women in this city. And I am the only one who gets to touch Ares Hunt.
He is mine.
Mine.
“You were perfect, Vengeance,” Ares pants, and I take it as a massive compliment that I can make a vampire pant.
I stare up into his eyes, and something in me darkens. I realize there is a part of me I didn’t know existed. Because I would do just about anything for this man. Not all of them good. Not all of them wise.
“You’re mine, Ares Hunt,” I tell him in a dark promise.
“Every piece of me,” he agrees.
He presses a kiss to my lips, sealing it as a vow.
