Page 62 of Beneath Scarred Vows
I want him to take all the rage, the fear, the protectiveness he's been holding back and pour it into me.
Ruin me.
Make me his.
Ares groans against my mouth, his hands rough as they grip me tighter against his body.
"You want me to be gentle?" he growls, lips trailing down my jaw, then biting my neck hard enough to make me gasp.
"No," I breathe. "I want you to take it."
His body tenses. His eyes snap to mine.
"You sure you can handle me, wife?" he says, voice wrapped in lust, one hand moving down to squeeze the inside of my thigh.
"I want it to hurt," I say and kiss him. "If I'm going to lose it," I continue, gripping his shirt and pulling him into me, "make it worth it."
That's all it takes.
Ares lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed. He lays me down and looks over me for a moment like he's the one about to come undone.
He then removes my shirt and, with little trouble, unhooks my bra and tosses it over his shoulder. He licks his lips and shoves me down flat on the mattress. His hands are on my breastsin seconds, caressing them, thumbs brushing one nipple while sucking on the other until they're aching.
"You don't get to hide from me anymore," he says as he kisses my breasts and stomach. "You'll be fully mine now, Katerina."
"I'm yours," I gasp, arching up into his mouth as he sucks one nipple between his lips and bites down—hard.
"That's right," he growls, kissing lower. "This body. This pussy. All fucking mine."
He grabs my panties and rips them down my legs in one brutal motion. I lay naked before him, and I feel my mind start to run—worried about my burn, worried my scar will destroy this moment.
I'll need to work through this, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let it take away this moment. I reach over to the nightstand where the window controls are and press the blinds button. The blackout curtains shift into place, and soft lights turn on.
Hiding my blemish in the dark will help ease my mind. I don't want it on anything but Ares.
Ares slides his fingers up and down my opening, bringing me right back into it.
"Fuck," he says when he feels how wet I already am. "Look at that. Dripping for me, and I haven't even had my way with you yet," he says, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them.
I love when he does that.
Then he spreads my legs wide, settling between them like a predator about to feast.
"You're going to take my cock," he says, eyes locked on mine as his fingers slide back down between my folds. "You're going to bleed for me, cry for me—and fucking love every second of it."
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, stretching me wide, groaning at the tightness.
"Jesus Christ, I love how tight you are. You sure you want this, baby? Because once I fuck you, there's no going back."
"Yes," I breathe, biting my lip. "I want all of it."
His eyes go feral, and he smiles.
"Good, because I wasn't really going to give you a choice this time."
He rips his shirt off, exposing his perfect chiseled form beneath. I love watching his rock-hard abs go up and down as he breathes heavily, trying to contain himself. I sit forward and undo his belt, wanting to be part of his undressing.
When he slides his boxer briefs off, his gorgeous cock is all I can see. It's long, thick, and hard.
