Page 131 of Heroes & Hitmen
Instead, I lace my fingers behind his neck, tug him down, and kiss him like it’s the only thing on my to-do list.
His lips are warm and sweet, tasting faintly of frosting. He immediately deepens the kiss, hands sliding low around my waist before lifting me like I weigh nothing at all. A sharp, surprised yelp escapes me as he sets me down on the banister, but all he does is grin wickedly.
“Careful,” I warn, breathless. “You drop me, and I’m haunting your ass for real.”
He growls, mouth moving to my throat, teeth grazing the skin. “You think I’d let you go? No fucking way, babe.”
His mouth descends on mine and the kiss quickly turns serious,desperate, edged with something dangerous. He bites down on the soft spot just below my jaw, and a shiver ripples all the way to my toes.
“God, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, voice rough with need.
I want to say something sarcastic, but my brain shorts out. So I grab the front of his jeans and pull him closer, grinding against him until he’s the one groaning.
Without breaking eye contact, he hooks his arm under my knees and lifts me clean off the banister, carrying me bridal-style up the stairs with effortless strength.
In the bedroom, he sets me down with care, and I’m already tugging my shirt off over my head before my feet even touch the carpet, backing away from him slowly.
He watches, fists clenched at his sides, eyes gone so dark they almost look black. “You trying to kill me?” he growls.
“Maybe,” I tease, tossing my shirt at his head with a wicked smile.
He catches it in midair, breath hitching as he inhales the scent of me on the fabric and his eyes close for a slow, savoring moment. “Keep going,” he murmurs, voice husky. “I like this show.”
I slide my hands down to the button of my jeans, undoing them deliberately slowly, relishing in the way his gaze sharpens with every inch I reveal. When I peel off my bra and toss it into the growing pile on the floor, he damn near whimpers.
“Your turn,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and lifting a brow.
He grins, then strips out of his jeans so fast it’s almost indecent. His thick cock is already half hard, and the second I look, he’s fully there. My body tightens, a delicious ache blooming low in my belly.
I drift toward him like gravity, stepping in close until our bodies are pressed together. He sweeps me into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongues and desperate hands, his palms clamping onto my ass. He lifts me up again, carrying me over to the bed and dropping me onto the mattress. Following me down, he pins my wrists above my head.
“You gonna be a good girl for me, beautiful?” he asks, nipping my lower lip.
“We’ll see,” I pant, grinding my hips until he groans against me.
He trails kisses down my body, licking and biting with exquisite precision, leaving marks in all the spots that drive me wild. Helingers at my breasts, tongue licking and sucking until my nipples are taut and I’m arching into him like I can’t get enough.
“God, I love how sensitive you are,” he says reverently.
I want to hide my flushed face, but he won’t let me. His gaze pins me in place– dark, possessive, unwavering– as his mouth keeps worshipping and his hands move with purpose.
When he moves lower, he parts my legs slowly, just holding me open for a beat and staring at my bare pussy.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls. “Can’t believe this is mine.”
I nearly snap back with something snarky about property rights, but then he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up my center and I lose the ability to form words.
He’s always been so good at this– focused, relentless, like eating me out is both an art and a sport– but tonight, he’s showing off. Every flick of his tongue is carefully calculated to unravel me, every kiss and bite a reminder that he knows exactly how to play my body like an instrument until I’m screaming.
He slips two fingers inside, curling them just right, and I’m already so wet it’s almost embarrassing.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, mouth glistening.
“Yes,” I gasp, fisting the sheets. “Don’t stop.”
He grins against me, then goes harder, faster, tongue on my clit while his fingers pump inside. It’s all so much, so intense I almost can’t handle it.
Ares looks up at me again, dark eyes glittering with wicked intent. “You gonna come for me sweetheart?” he rumbles. “Be a good girl and make a mess on my face?”
