Page 51 of Shadowed Bond

“He’ll live,” she says quietly when I slip my thumb out, and I almost chuckle at that.

“That’s not something I’d think Princess Arden would ever say.”

Then, before she can reply, I kiss her.

I tell myself it’ll be a quick one, because she’s still injured and I am not a complete bastard, no matter what half the world thinks, but the second her lips move against mine and her hand slides up my chest, control becomes a fucking joke.

She pulls me closer, and I respond without hesitation; my hands grab hold of her waist, pulling her fully against me, one arm snaking around her firmly, the other cupping the back of her head.

She tastes insane, and the soft little moan that leaves her makes me lose any control I have. I’m already fucking semi-hard, but the way she’s kissing me, it’s obvious she doesn’t want me to stop.

I turn us, backing her towards the bed. She moves backwards, her hand now on my waist, the other around my neck, and we come to a stop when the backs of her legs hit the bed.

I break the kiss just enough to breathe, my forehead resting against hers, my hand still at her waist, every instinct in me telling me to keep going, and every sensible thought reminding me that she needs rest.

“You sure, Princess? ‘Cause if I don’t stop now… I ain’t going to be able to,” I ask, looking down at her, at her damp hair, at the towel that is one light tug away from being on the floor, and my control is so fucking thin that I’m struggling not to yank it off right now.

“Then don’t,” she murmurs, her hands finding the hem of my T-shirt and yanking it off over my head.

“Alright then,” I murmur, lightly pushing her backwards onto the bed. She almost looks amused as she allows herself to fall, bouncing lightly when she hits the bed, her towel coming undone.

I still, one knee resting on the bed as my eyes roam over her. Soft pink nipples, round firm breasts, the faint outline of abs, narrow waist, round hips and her smooth pussy… My throat is suddenly dry.

I whistle, nice and low.

“You’re damn fine,” I murmur before straddling her and leaning down to claim her lips again, one forearm braced against her head, similar to how it was beneath the Desert Storm Pack, but this time, the only reason is to keep my weight off her as my other hand travels down her neck, then to her breast, squeezing it between my fingers before rubbing her nipple. She gasps against my lips, one hand in my hair, the other running up and down my back.

“You like that, Princess?” I murmur. She blushes, but I simply kiss her down her jaw until I reach her neck and pepper it with kisses, nipping and sucking on the smooth skin as my knuckles brush down her stomach and lower. I suck in a breath, my hand brushing her slick pussy.

It ain’t ‘cause of the shower; I can smell her arousal in the air, and it’s fucking driving me nuts.

“Fuck, Ares…” She moans the moment my hand brushes against her clit.

I smirk, my lips trailing lower until I take her nipple in my mouth and suck on it lightly.

She parts her legs as if wanting to give me better access, and I rub her softly, drawing another moan from her.

Fuck, this woman is going to be the fucking end of me. I kiss her down her stomach, and then I look down at her, my finger still buried between her lips, and I remove it, pressing her knees to the bed on either side of her.

She moans softly at that, and I take a moment to appreciate her pussy, a possessive desire overcoming me. Then I press my tongue flat against her entrance and run my tongue slowly up to her clit, drawing another delicious moan from her.

“Goddess, Ares…” she breathes hornily.

I smirk against her pussy, inhaling her slowly.

“Keep moaning my name, Princess, and let me take care of you.”

These Emotions

Ares

“Fuck…” The moment she breathes the word, her eyes shut and her head tilts backwards, now propped up on her elbows as I devour her. I drag her down to the edge of the bed, lowering myself properly as I lift her legs onto my shoulders and wrap my arm around her hips as I lift her off the bed slightly and eat her out.

Her breaths become sharper, her moans louder, and she arches her back, rolling her hips against my face.

That’s my fucking girl, I think with approval.

“Ares… Goddess…” she moans, fisting the bed. “Just there… That’s it… Oh fuck!” Her orgasm tears through her, her head jerking forward, but I keep her pinned, continuing my assault on her clit until she rides it out. Only then do I release her, a smirk on my face as I wipe my mouth and jaw with my hand; I’m soaked from her juices, and I fucking love it. I tap her pussy lightly before I drop onto the bed beside her and scoop her close.