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waist, and he pulls me into him, his lips finding mine with the same urgency he portrayed earlier.
Ares groans as he kisses me, his hands moving over my body impatiently. I’m pushed against the wall,
and his hand curls around my thigh as he hooks it around his hip.
I’m panting as he pulls his lips off mine to kiss my jaw, before placing them just below my ear,
pressing a soft kiss to my neck that makes me shiver. “Is that enough of an answer, Raven? I want you
so fucking badly that it hurts.” His teeth graze over my ear, his breathing ragged. “I’ve dreamed of
your pussy far more often than I’d dare admit, for far longer than I ever should have.”
His hands move to my waist, and he lifts me up against the wall, my legs wrapping around his
hips to support myself. “You feel that, baby? Can you feel how hard you make me? You drive me
fucking crazy. You always have.”
One of his hands moves to my ass, and he grips tightly as his lips move back to mine. “Open,” he
orders, and I part my lips for him, deepening our kiss. My hands start to roam over his back, up, until
I’ve got them buried in his hair, my nails brushing over his scalp, quietly conveying my rising need.
He groans against my mouth and carries me toward the living room, knocking over something in
the hallway, but not even the sound of something shattering on the floor pulls us apart. If anything, it
just increases his urgency.
Ares’s hands move underneath my dress until he’s gripping my ass with his bare hands. “Fuck,” he
moans against my lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. I haven’t stopped thinking
about that massage I gave you. Baby, I’ve wanted to slip my hands underneath your nightgown for
longer than you can imagine. You knew exactly what you were doing to me when you wore that sexy
sleepwear for me, didn’t you?”
I nod, my cheeks flaming. “I was trying to seduce you, but I guess I’m not very good at it.”
He places me on our bed and positions himself between my spread legs. “You’re far better at it
than I let on, Cupcake. I’m practically always hard around you. You’re not the only one that overthinks
things, Rave. You’re the most important woman in my life, and there’s no way I was going to do
anything that would upset you. I’d already asked enough of you by making you marry me, and I didn’t
dare ask for anything else… but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want it.”
He leans in, his lips hovering over mine. “Let me show you what it means to be my wife, Raven.”
Ares captures my bottom lip between his teeth, teasing, sucking, until he’s finally kissing me
again. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of your lips, baby.”
“Ares,” I warn, my voice laced with desire. “Please.”
He smiles and pulls away a little to look into my eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
My hands move to his shirt, and I undo the top button with trembling fingers. “I want you to make
my fantasies come true,” I whisper. “I want you desperate for me.”
He chuckles as I continue to open his shirt. “I’m not sure how much more desperate I can get.”
His shirt falls open, and I let my fingers trail over his chest. Ares inhales sharply, as though my
touch is affecting him the way I always hoped it would, and it’s surreal.
“Raven,” he whispers as he tugs at my clothes, both of us impatient. I lift my arms for him, and he
takes my dress off, leaving me lying in his bed in nothing but a skimpy, lacy set of underwear. “Fuck.
When you do wear panties, you wear some really fucking sexy shit, baby.”
Ares leans over me and buries a hand in my hair, tilting my head to expose my neck as he nestles
his lips just below my ear, eliciting a shiver from me. “My love,” he whispers. “I want to find out
what you look like with my name on your lips and my cock buried deep inside you. Do you know how
it killed me to have to pull out when I’d only just gotten the tip in?”
I thread my hands through his hair and tighten my grip. “Then stop teasing me,” I beg.