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I looked above my head and found built–in metal rings attached to the cuffs I was clipped to.
“You can’t be serious…” I heaved, tugging against the restraints. “We just arrived!”
Ares was smirking, and I noticed he had been doing that a lot lately, ever since we got in the jet.
I growled, tugging at the cuffs, and he just observed me like I was a little mouse trying to
break free.
“W–We should be resting…” I said, hoping to appeal to him. “We just arrived, honey.”
I stilled when Ares came closer, fingers spraying on my neck. He had always been immense, and having his hand on my throat always gave the
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illusion that he could easily snap my neck like a
stick.
Ares brushed his lips against mine, not to kiss but to feel them, spreading heat. My breath quickened as energy surged through me by the weight of his touch.
The feel of him was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and it wasn’t just about the sparks or electricity but the magnetic pull like my skin would leap just to connect with his.
Ares was affected too, and usually, he was more blank, but right now, it wasn’t just desire that screamed in his eyes. I was mesmerized by how his eyebrows furrowed softly, his lips parted against mine, and how his jaw would tighten, the vein visible to signify his self–restraint.
It was hard to believe Mister Ice appeared more like Mister Heat on the verge of detonating.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve pictured you
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inch of space was not meant to be between us. My leg was hoisted and saddled on his waist.
I angled backwards as Ares deepened the lock between our lips. It went faster, hotter, and under a minute, we made out as if fucking. This… was far more mind–bending and consuming than a quick one.
Our souls synced in a way I could feel every pleasure of his.
Ares disconnected from my lips just enough to allow me take some air for just a second before sheathing them again with his hot mouth.
This time, my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hand grasping my thigh like he wanted to rip through the flesh.
He mashed into me until his bulge linked with my core, rubbing against the wet spot, and I ruined his trousers.
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I moaned like a needy slut, wanting him to do
more, and he did, until we dry hump each other, and I couldn’t begin to explain what this sensation was. It was simple, yet the effect was beyond anything I could ever imagine.
Ares took his lips away, and I’m left starving, bleeding, and wrecked in under two minutes.
He pulled on the knot holding the strap of my dress, stripping me away from the material, and it pooled at my feet.
I’m completely naked before his eyes, and the
way
he took me all in shouldn’t make me nervous.
Was it the power he held over me? The thought that I would submit myself completely without batting an eye, or how easy I had fallen into the devil’s arms with no regrets.
I swallowed when he cupped my pussy with his big hand.
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“Mine.”
I whimpered as my knees almost buckled by the force of his declaration, but I found the strength
to speak.
“Yours.”
He gripped the back of my hair and angled my head to hold his gaze, and I drowned.
“Remember that…” he added with intensity, a low menace in his orbs.
“Always, honey.” My mouth fell wide when he inserted two fingers, dragging them in and out slowly, like he was tasting the tightness of my
pussy.
I moaned softly as he went too slow for my liking, stimulating me yet delaying what I needed.
“What are you gonna do to earn my cock, babydoll?”
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“Anything, honey…” I said too needy, but I don’t
fucking care anymore.
“Are you sure…?”
“Yes! Anything…!”
“Good girl.”
Ares retreated his finger and took off my restraints. Just hanging there for a few minutes already made my muscles sore, and I couldn’t begin to imagine the strain if he had left me there for long.
“Time for dinner.”
My eyes followed him as he walked to another entrance and opened it.
My lips parted at the sight of an outdoor dining table dressed with exquisite dishes.
I smiled, crouching to take my dress.
“Leave it.”
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I froze.
“I want you naked and eating”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he didn’t allow
- me.
“It won’t be cold.”
I shut my mouth and pushed to my feet, walking
to him.
“And staff…?”
“No one.”
I flinched when he palmed my ass. “Just you and
me.”
Smack!
“Go have a seat.”
With shaky legs, I sat down, trying to ignore the pulse of his impact. I eyed the countless dishes, more than my hunger could take.
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“Are you trying to get me fat, honey?” I teased.
“Eat.”
“I’m really not—”
“Eat.” He interrupted. “You haven’t been eating much lately.”
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