The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Raven looks at me, her gaze heated as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, her fingers moving
slowly as she takes her time, letting them trail over my skin, until my chest is left bare.
I raise my hips and tilt my head, provoking her. Raven hesitates, so I grab her hands and place
them at the top of my pants. “You said you wanted it off, baby. So take it all off.”
She bites down on her lip and curls her fingers around the waistband before she pulls them down
slowly.
Her breath hitches as she exposes the V lines on my lower stomach, and I can’t help the way my
cock hardens. Having her hands on me when she’s got such a gorgeous blush on her face, her lips
slightly parted. Fuck.
She pulls my trousers down until my thighs, and I smirk at her. “Good girl,” I whisper, and she
looks up at me, clear desire in her eyes. This is how she looked at me the night I had her in my lap,
and her expression has haunted my dreams ever since.
I smile to myself as I take off my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxer shorts, my erection
obvious. Raven stares at it and sucks down on her lower lip, her hard nipples betraying her desire.
“I’ve always hated sleeping in pajamas,” I admit, my voice soft, almost as though I’m
subconsciously scared to break the moment. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by being
half naked.”
She shakes her head and drags her eyes back up to mine. “I’m not uncomfortable at all. I see male
models dressed in little to nothing all the time, remember?”
Annoyance washes over me at the thought of her doing intimate shoots with other men. I need to
find a way to get her to move to my company. I don’t trust her manager either. Raven doesn’t seem to
realize just how beautiful she is. It’s like she separates her model persona and her true self, and
somehow, in her mind, the latter is lacking. I never understood why, but I’m determined to fix it.
“Oh, I remember,” I tell her, my voice terse. I lean in and gently tuck a strand of her behind her
ear. “Remind me, that recent underwear campaign you did… it was something like this, wasn’t it?”
I pull her against me and thread one hand in her hair before tipping her head back to expose her
neck. She gasps when I lower my lips to her ear, my teeth grazing over her earlobe. “This is how you
posed with Tom Foster, wasn’t it? Tell me, my love, was he as hard as I am when he held you like
this?”
I kiss her neck, my teeth grazing over her skin for a moment before I suck down, leaving a small
mark. Raven’s breath hitches, and the way she pushes her chest against mine makes me fucking feral.
Her hands thread through my hair, her grip tight.
“No,” she says, her voice far too fucking alluring. “He’s very professional. The shoots aren’t as
intimate as they look, I promise. There are so many people around, and we move from one position to
another very quickly.”
I move my lips to her throat and kiss her there. “Good,” I tell her. “Good for him. He’ll get to
produce co2 for another day, then.”
She giggles, and the sound goes straight to my heart, filling me with a longing that’s far deeper
than my physical need for her. “I never realized you were so possessive,” she whispers.
I pull back to look at her and push my fingers up her scalp, grabbing more of her hair as my grip
on her waist tightens. “I never was. Not until you. You… yeah, you changed the game. I want all of
you, Raven. I need you to be mine in every single way.”
She looks at me with such vulnerability in her eyes. “I’m already yours, Ares.”
I let my fingers move up from her waist, over her ribs, until they’re tracing the underside of her
breasts. “No,” I whisper. “Not yet. Not all of you. But you will be.”