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She leans up this time, kissing my neck and up my jaw until she finds my mouth again. Her tongue touches my bottom lip, and I part my lips for her, letting her taste and explore.

At the same time, I keep us moving toward the bed.

We end up in a heap on the crisp hotel sheets. I loom over Brynn, kissing her mouth and down her neck. When I go to lower myself on top of her, she doesn’t let me. Instead, she flips us, so she’s on top, looking down at me with eyes that burn.

There’s triumph there, and it stirs irritation in me. Something that urges me not to let her get the upper hand. Maybe that’s the bad blood still simmering between us, not fully ignored even though we clearly want each other so bad.

Brynn grinds down on me, one hand skating up and over my stomach and chest, and I let her have that for a moment before I flip us again, pinning her down hard.

She gasps, and it’s not just outrage. There’s desire in there too, and I press my hips down against hers, letting her feel how hard I am. Her hips arch up to grind with me, filthy little noises of want and need spilling from her lips.

“Fuck, Ares,” she groans. “You—you smell the same as you used to. You feel the same too.”

Her hands wander across my shoulders and down my arms, and I’m consumed with the need for more.

Kissing her isn’t enough now. I need to taste her. To see if she still tastes the same as she did before.

“Hold on,” I murmur, changing our position again so she’s on top of me. She blinks in surprise, but before she can get settled, I put my hands on her waist and tug her up until she’s straddling my face.

“Ares, what—” She tries to pull away, trembling a little.

“No,” I growl. “I want this. Let me.”

I drag her down until her pussy is right where I want it and then plunge my tongue inside.

Brynn cries out in surprise, her hands flying to grip the headboard. Her legs spread open wider and I lick her open, eating her out almost angrily.

I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now. All I know is that I want the taste of her on my tongue, and I want to feel her falling apart on top of me.

I lick and lap at her pussy, my senses flooded with the taste and smell of her. Brynn rocks her hips, giving in to the pleasure of it, and I pull my head back just enough that I can talk.

“I know you can do better than that, Brynn. Show me what you like. Take what you want. Let me see how to make you come.”

She trembles, and I can feel the hesitation in her body. But she makes the decision quickly enough, leaning forward to change the angle slightly, so that when she moves her hips now, it drags my tongue right where she wants it.

I groan into her, letting her take the reins. She rides my face, and I use my hands to help her keep rhythm, letting her buck and work herself across my mouth.

Her breathing gets even more labored, and every other exhale comes out on a moan. She works herself faster, grinding down harder, losing herself in the pleasure, and I just give her what she wants, swallowing down the flood of her arousal.

My head swims with it, lost in just how fucking good she tastes after all these years. It coats my tongue and the back of my throat, and I dig my fingers into her skin.

After a few minutes of that, she’s trembling and falling apart for me, my name on her lips when she comes.

I work her through it, breathing hard through my nose, but it’s still not enough.

I flip her again, letting her bounce onto her front on the bed. She looks over her shoulder, watching me fumble for my bags and dig out a condom.

“Ares,” she moans, her eyes huge and dark.

“I’m not done with you yet.” I roll the condom over my cock, hissing at the way my shaft twitches even from that contact.

I’m desperate for her now, so eager to be inside of her that I don’t waste any more time. I crawl back onto the bed and grab her legs, holding them with a tight grip as I line myself up and drive into her, cursing a blue streak at the way her wet walls envelop me.

She’s so fucking tight. She feels a million times better than fucking my hand did, and I don’t hold back.

I slam into her again and again, savoring the way she lets me in and the sounds she makes when I pull out. Her body grips me, like it doesn’t want me to go, and I keep fucking her, grabbing her hips to pull her back onto my cock.

Her moans are half muffled by the pillows, and I can see her gripping the sheets like she might tear them. Her pussy flutters around me, letting me know how much she likes this, and all at once, I’m driven by the need to see her face. I want to watch her fall apart for me this time.