Page 53 of The Cursed Chalice
ARES
“I don’t want to be your master. I want to be your provider.” I step forward.
She moves back, her hand holding on to the edge of the island. Her gaze lands on my lips, then rove up to my eyes.
I brace my hands on either side of her. “This is not a cage, Soraya. It’s a refuge. I only want to bring you peace.”
“Ares?”
“Kiss her, Ares.”
Her eyes are full of anticipation. I look down at her lips, before taking in the way her chest moves slowly.
“Tell me you understand, Soraya, that this…me… my home is not a cage, but a sanctuary.”
Her throat bobs, and her eyes move over my face. “I understand.”
“Tell me no, Soraya.” My body trembles, as I try to hold myself back.
Her eyes become wild. On her tiptoes, she holds my face. “Yes.”
My hand finds her waist, pulling her closer to my body. Her lips crush mine. The way her tongue invades my mouth; her fucking taste. Fuck me.
I need—no; I want more. Her fingernails dig into my arms, and I revel in the small slice of pain. I hope it bleeds, and leaves a mark. I lift her onto the counter, never breaking the kiss. With nimble fingers, I untie the robe, letting it fall down her shoulders.
I break the kiss, moving my mouth to taste her jaw and her neck. Kissing down to her shoulders, causing the strap of her nightgown to slip off like an invitation for me to remove it .
My lips follow the path of the strap. Soraya’s fingers ease into my hair. I pull back a little to admire the way her nipples pucker behind the silk fabric. Hungry; that’s how I feel. My mouth lands on the silk covering her nipple. Soraya moans and arches her back.
Fuck. I pull the nightgown down, exposing her brown peak. It tightens under my gaze. After grazing her bud with my lips, I stretch my tongue out, licking the air just above her nipple.
Soraya shakes and pushes her chest more to my lips.
“Make her beg, Ares.”
I look up at her; her face holds hints of frustration.
“Beg for it,” I mutter.
She exhales. “Please, Ares.”
The sound of her pleading is like music to my ears. It makes my cock rock hard.
Taking her hand away from my hair and face, I cage them beneath mine on the marble counter. I bend my head and take her nipple into my mouth. Letting it roll against my tongue, she moans. Trying to push more of herself into my mouth. Her hands shift underneath mine as she tries to escape.
“Ares, please.”
I clamp my teeth against her, and she moans out louder. Her hips lift and drop down onto the counter.
Her body trembles as I blow on her nipples. I press my nose against her skin. She smells of vanilla and something citrus.
“I need to taste you,” I mutter against her chest.
“Please.”
Pulling away, I take my fingers and hook them around the edge of her panties and tug them down slowly. Her legs hang over the side of the island. I widen her them and yank her closer to the edge.
“I need to see more of you.”
