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

Ares puts my leg over his shoulder and leans into me, his eyes on mine. “You’re quiet, Cupcake.
Give me a moment of honesty, baby. What are you thinking?”
I place my other leg over his shoulder too, and he leans further forward, pushing my legs toward
me. He’s so close… I could grab the collar of his t-shirt and kiss him with such ease.
“Hannah came to see me,” I tell him, my tone defeated. I look away and inhale shakily. “She
wants to talk to you. She says you’ve been declining her calls.”
He clenches his jaw, a frown on his face. “Really now?” I nod, and Ares leans in a little further.
“And what would you like me to do? Tell me the truth. What would you have me do, wife?”
I look into his eyes and breathe in deeply. “I don’t want your eyes on anyone but me. I want you to
be mine.”
He smiles then, and I can’t help but smile in return, relief washing over me. For years, I’ve been
scared to voice my needs, but he makes it so easy. “Give me another moment of honesty, baby. These
stretches? Do you ever do them with any other men?”
My eyes widen, and he grits his teeth when I don’t immediately answer. “Only with my trainer.”
Ares tightens his grip on my calfs for a moment, before his hands move down to my thighs. “You
won’t ever do them with anyone else, ever again, you hear me?”
“Why?”
His eyes flash, and he lifts my hips up, until he’s got my thighs wrapped around his shoulders, his
lips a mere inch away from my pussy. “Because you look way too fucking sexy like this, and I won’t
have anyone else seeing my wife this way.”
He leans in and drags his nose across my inner thigh, making me shiver. “No man will be able to
sit here, holding you in this position, without wanting a taste of your pussy. You will not do this again,
not with anyone but me.”
I smile at him as I try to suppress the desire he’s making me feel. “Or what?”
Ares narrows his eyes at me and leans in, dragging his nose over my pussy before placing his lips
against it. “Do you have any idea how easy it is to take advantage of you in this position? You’re a
supermodel, baby. Your sessions are one-on-one, aren’t they? Just you and your trainer, all alone…”
I nod, and Ares laughs humorlessly. “You can’t tell me he’s never wanted to do this to you.” He
presses a kiss against my pussy and then drags his tongue over my yoga pants. “No man can see you
lying there, your legs up in the air, without thinking of the way you’d look naked, without wanting a
taste of your pussy.”
His teeth graze over my yoga pants, and he smirks at me as he moves his hands up. “Promise me
you won’t do these stretches with anyone else, Rave.”
“And if I refuse to make that promise?”
He laughs humorlessly and places both hands on my inner thighs. “You wanna play games with
me, baby?”
Before I realize what he’s doing, he’s ripping my yoga pants right at the crotch. The fabric tears
with ease, and Ares growls when he realizes I’m wearing nothing underneath. “Fucking hell,” he
whispers as he leans in, his eyes on mine as he drags his tongue over my pussy.
“Oh God, Ares…”
He chuckles against my skin before circling my clit with his tongue, teasing me, withholding what
I want most. Ares drags his tongue down and pushes into me, fucking my pussy with his mouth, until
he’s got me panting.
“Ares,” I plead.
He pulls away a little and kisses my thigh. “What? What do you want, wife?”