“Move,” I commanded, hands gripping her hips. “Show me what you need.”
She did, establishing a rhythm that was part desperation, part demand. I helped, guiding her movements, my mouth finding her breast through the fabric of her kimono, teeth scraping against the sensitive peak.
“That’s it,” I muttered against her skin. “Take what you want.”
She was gorgeous like this—hair wild, kimono askew, completely abandoned to pleasure. Nothing held back. No performance, no pretense. Just raw need meeting raw need.
“Close,” she panted. “I’m so close?—”
“Not yet.” I slowed my movements despite her protest. “I want to feel you come apart. Want to watch you lose control completely.”
“Ares, please?—”
“Please what?” I shifted my hips, hitting a new angle that made her cry out. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“More. Harder. I need—” She dug her nails into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. “Stop being patient and just?—”
Without pulling out of her, I gripped her thighs, turned away from the wall, and carried her over to the bed. Her back hit the soft bedcover, me braced above her, still buried deep. The new position let me go deeper, harder, exactly what she’d demanded.
“Like this?” I thrust, watching her face.
“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. Couldn’t. Every sound she made, every clench of her body around mine, drove me further past control. Our passion wasn’t gentle. It consumed us both.
My mouth found hers again, swallowing her moans as the rhythm turned desperate. One of my hands found the headboard above her head for leverage. The other slid between us, finding where we joined, circling with deliberate pressure.
She shattered.
I felt it in every muscle, every breath, the way she clenched around me and said my name like a prayer or a curse. The sound pushed me over the edge too, pleasure crashing through me with enough force to make my arms shake.
We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, Vegas lights casting shadows through the windows like the world hadn’t just tilted on its axis.
“Holy shit,” she finally whispered.
“Yeah.” I eased back, helping her sit up, both of us making ourselves decent with shaking hands. “That was?—”
“Intense,” she supplied.
“I was going to say inevitable.” I found a tissue box and handed it to her with more tenderness than I’d shown moments before. “But intense works.”
She laughed, the sound breathless and satisfied. “You weren’t kidding about not being patient.”
“I told you what I was.” I tucked her hair behind her ear again, the gesture at odds with what we’d just done. “No pretense. No games.”
“I noticed.” She met my eyes. “Ares?—”
“What?”
“I should tell you?—”
A sharp pain struck my chest. Now that I’d had her, I knew I needed to have her again. If she said she didn’t want me, I didn’t know if I could accept that.
The vulnerability in her voice made my chest ache. “What do you want to tell me?”
“I don’t know how to say this, but I should.”
My phone exploded with notifications. Literally vibrated so hard it moved my jacket on the floor like a living thing.
