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

“Ares,” I moan when he flicks my clit, but he shows me no mercy. His thumb draws circles in that
way he knows drives me crazy, the same way he massaged me, and within seconds, he’s got me at the
edge.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Raven. I want you to come for me with my cock buried deep
inside you. I want to watch you unravel for me.”
I bite down on my lip as he increases the pace, taking me harder, his fingers moving quicker.
“Ares, I can’t hold on,” I warn him.
“I don’t want you to. Lose control for me, baby. Come for me.”
And I do. My eyes fall closed as my muscles contract, a powerful orgasm washing over me.
Knowing he’s watching me makes it that more intense.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his movements rougher, faster. He bites down on his lip as he comes,
just seconds after I did. Knowing I did that to him is unreal.
Ares lowers himself on top of me and nestles his face in my neck, his breathing ragged. “Better
than any of my fantasies,” he groans. “I’ve only just had you, and I already need more.”
I smile as I wrap my arms around him, my heart racing. Ares kisses my neck, over and over again,
and for the first time since we got married, I feel a sense of permanence with him. This thing between
us… there’s no going back from it.