Page 20 of Caged Heart
"What are you doing?"
Ares's voice kept me from going further and deciding for me, but my brain short-circuited because he stood before me with just boxer on.
He was fresh out of the shower because his hair was still wet, and how he slicked it back made my chest rise and fall faster. I've never seen him like this before. He's always had his hair in his face, shielding the world from seeing more of it, more of him.
"You, you, you showered?"
"Yeah," he smirked. "You have been sitting here for a while. Why?"
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"What you said in the car."
Ares made some sound that vibrated over to my body as he walked over to his fridge and stayed there.
"What about it?"
"If you found that girl, would you give her all that?"
Ares stopped retrieving items from his fridge and turned to look my way.
"Why?"
"What if…what if you did, hypothetically?"
Ares grinned, and lust blindsided me. He shut the fridge, and as he walked toward me, taking those few steps, my eyes watched his sinewy body. God, did this man have any body fat on him?
"Hypothetically," he began as he buried his fingers in my hair and massaged my scalp. I moaned, shutting my eyes. Ares turned me around, prompting my eyes to pop open. He scooped my jaw in one hand and tilted his head to the side.
My eyes ventured to Cupid's bow lips, his perfect, sculpted face with sharp cheekbones and a dimple in his chin. He had dimples right on his high cheekbones when he grinned. His only imperfection was his crooked nose which seemed like it came from hockey.
"Hypothetically," he started again. "If you wanted that from me, and I somehow accepted that, you would never be able to see anyone else in your peripheral. I'd consume you and devour you until there's no more you. I'd take and take and take but know that I'd give you so much more. I'd give you everything until I had nothing else left. You know what, sometimes, it's easier for me to show you."
"Show me?" My mind raced, and my heart was no longer in my chest because it was bust pumping in my ears.
"Yeah."
That was the only warning I received before Ares kissed me. No, wait, that's too soft of a word. His kiss is unguarded but takes me prisoner. I kissed him back just as he was doing to me, and I felt the ghost of a smile from him.
I am tangled in his web, and a soul-aching, body-shattering, guttural hunger has taken me.
I'm reminding myself that this was a hypothetical situation, that's all. But, it was forgotten when Ares moaned in my mouth and stretched me open. My body isn't just craving him; it wants him to do what he said and to take it all.
"Ares…" was all I managed to say after I pulled away from his kiss.
His eyes glittered with lust. A lust so powerful it was knocking me on my ass. Ares pulled a condom out from wherever, dropped his boxers, and then sheathed himself.
His dick bobbed as he lifted my dress and slid my g-string to the side.
"Come get some hypothetical dick while we're at it. Let me demonstrate for you, baby."
The shudder that ripped through my body was nothing because I was destroyed the second Ares slipped in and demonstrated for me. Ares fucked me mercilessly but kissed me with potent passion. His primal grunts sent me over the edge as he made me feel closer to death via pleasure than anything else.
Ares's fucking was barbaric savagery mixed in with scorching sensuality. His kisses were searing hot and sexy, yet he was shamelessly sincere when our eyes connected. His thick, tousled hair looked serene despite this moment, and he showed me a feral version of him, robust yet starved. Single-mindedly sinful and selfish but shy.
Ares was pure in his demonstration of love and raw with the feelings he'd give.
