"Fuck, Ares," she gasps, her hips moving in perfect sync with my mouth. "God, your tongue..."
I hum in agreement, the vibration against her clit making her cry out. "Best fucking pussy I've ever tasted," I growl before sliding two fingers inside her. Her body clenches around me, her sounds becoming more urgent, more desperate.
I watch her, transfixed, as her body responds to my every move. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her eyes flutter closed, and her head rolls back as she abandons herself to the sensation. She's a fucking goddess.
"More," she demands again, her voice barely more than a whimper. "Harder."
I obey instantly, curling my fingers deeper inside her, seeking that hidden spot. When I find it, her back arches off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat. I add my tongue back to her slick heat, circling relentlessly, and feel her begin to fracture—thighs trembling against my shoulders, fingers digging into my scalp. Her body tenses like a bowstring pulled too tight, a moment of perfect suspension before she shatters completely, my name ripping from her lips like a fucking prayer, raw and reverent and desperate all at once.
I ride out her orgasm, my fingers still inside her, my mouth moving gently against her clit, drawing out every shudder, every cry. When she comes down, her body limp and sated beneath me, I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before looking up at her.
"Good?" I ask, a smug grin playing on my lips.
She opens one eye, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Better than good," she murmurs, reaching out to tangle her fingers in my hair. "But I'm not nearly done with you, Saint."
And with that, she pulls me back up her body, her mouth finding mine in a searing kiss that promises so much more to come.
My hands roam freely over her body, tracing familiar yet somehow new curves. Her skin is flushed, warm, and responsive to every touch. I'm intoxicated by her scent, by the feel of her, by the unrestrained passion that burns between us. The urgency in her eyes mirrors my own desperation to make up for lost time, to reconnect in a way that sears every doubt from our minds.
She reaches down, her hand wrapping firmly around my cock. "Fucking hell, you're big, Sainty," she murmurs against my lips.
I grin against her mouth, the heat of her words sending a jolt of anticipation through me. "Perfect size for you," I counter.
Her eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of challenge and hunger. "Lie down," she commands, a playful authority in her tone. "I want control when slaying that big thing."
A chuckle escapes me as I comply, lowering myself onto my back. The sight of her straddling me sends a wave of pure need coursing through my veins. She reaches for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a condom and expertly rolling it on.
"Fuck," I hiss as she slowly slides herself onto me, her lips parting in a gasp. "You're so tight."
"And you're fucking thick," she retorts, a faint smile playing on her lips as she leans forward, her hands tracing the ink on my chest.
"But perfect for you," I growl, my hands caressing her thighs as she takes me in fully, her body adjusting to me like a flower opening under the sun. The sensation of her, slick and hot, is almost unbearable.
We both groan when she moves, her hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that's as natural as it is intoxicating.
"Being inside you is fucking heaven, Red."
She leans down, her lips finding mine in a passionate, demanding kiss. My hand slides up to cup the back of her head, pulling her closer as I pump my hips up to meet hers. She whimpers into my mouth, the sound driving me wild.
"Ares," she gasps, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. The sound of her voice, the feel of her body, the taste of her skin—it all combines into a sensory overload that threatens to undo me completely.
When I feel her flutter around me, I stop pumping, needing to see her, to watch every second of her unraveling.
"Look at me," I rasp, my voice shattering with need. Her eyes lock with mine as she rests her forehead against mine, our breath mingling in the narrow space between us.
"Ride me, and let me see you shatter, Red."
She moves again, desperate now, chasing her release. Her rhythm grows erratic, hips rolling and grinding against mine with an urgency that steals my breath. Each movement sends lightning through my veins, pushing me closer to the edge of control.
The sight of her—flushed and frantic above me—is pure art. Her head tilts back slightly, exposing the elegant column of her throat where my mark blooms against her pale skin. I reach up, tracing the bruise with reverent fingers, feeling her pulse thunder beneath my touch.
Sweat gleams on her collarbone, catching the morning light like diamonds. Her hair falls around us in a curtain of fire, creating a private world where nothing exists but this connection, this moment, this woman who has always been mine.
"Ares," she gasps, my name breaking on her lips. "I'm—" The words dissolve into a moan as her inner walls flutter around me.
Just before that final crest hits, her eyes lock with mine. The vulnerability there—raw and endless as the ocean—robs my breath. Something shifts in her gaze, a dam breaking behind those green depths.
"I never stopped—"
