Page 78 of Heroes & Hitmen
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. His hands slip under the silk, stroking up my ribs, and I arch into his touch, wanting more.
He peels the negligee off me slowly, savoring the reveal like he’s unwrapping a present. I curl up to let him slip it over my head, leaving me completely bare. He tosses the silky garment aside and pauses, looking over me with a reverence that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Look at you,” he says, voice rough with awe. “You’reperfect, Miley.”
I snort a laugh, covering my face with my hands. “Shut up.”
Ares catches my wrists, lifting my hands away from my face and pinning them to the mattress above my head. “No,” he growls as he leans in, pupils blown wide. “You are.”
His mouth descends on mine again before I can argue, then he kisses his way down my jaw, my neck, pausing to suck at the spot where my pulse pounds the hardest. I pant and squirm as his lips trail lower, following the line of my collarbone to the hollow of my throat. Every nerve in my body is strung tight, anticipation humming through my veins. He licks a path between the valley of my breasts, my back arching as the heat of his mouth closes over a nipple.
“Ares,” I pant, my fingers sinking into his hair as he rolls the hardened peak between his teeth. It’s a plea, a prayer, and he answers it by continuing to work his way down my body.
He takes his time, kissing and biting down my stomach, pausing at my navel, then traveling lower still. His hands grip mythighs, spread them wide, and he settles between my legs like he’s making himself at home.
I can feel how wet I am, the tang of my arousal permeating the air. I want to squirm, to grind against his face, but I force myself to stay still as his eyes dart up to meet mine.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, his warm breath washing over my center like a caress.
“Please,” I whisper, my fingers tightening in his hair, directing his mouth where I need it most.
His lips spread into a feral grin, then he dips his head and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up my pussy. I gasp, hips bucking as his mouth seals over me, warm and wet and… oh,god.
The pressure is instant and relentless, his tongue and lips and teeth working in tandem to drive me to ruin. Ares licks and sucks, alternating between soft teasing and punishing intensity. My hands fist the sheets at either side of my hips, ragged breaths sawing from my lungs as pleasure unfurls from my core.
“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, tongue tracing circles around my clit. “You taste so fucking good. Could stay down here forever.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, hips bucking wildly. It’s so intense that I try to wriggle away on instinct, but he just pins me in place, hands locking around my thighs.
“Don’t run from me, sweetheart,” he growls. “You were made for me. You can take it.”
Holy hell.
My whole body flushes, a hot wave of euphoria crashing over me. The words, the praise, it’s almost as good as the sensation itself. I never thought of myself as someone who needed to be told, but the wayhesays it– the raw, honest need in his voice– makes me desperate for more.
He dives back in, not letting up or slowing down. My composure evaporates, replaced by pure, raw, sensation. I feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge and I try to hide it, biting my lip so hard I taste blood, but heknows. Of course he does. He slides two fingers into me, curling them just so, and I arch off the bed, a ragged moan escaping before I can stop it.
He keeps at it, alternating between slow, teasing licks and frantic, hungry sucks. Every time I get close, he pulls back, drawing it out, making me beg for it.
“Ares,” I whimper, grinding against his face shamelessly. “Please…”
He pulls back just enough to speak, lips shining. “You’re so fucking pretty when you beg, Miley. You know that?”
I shake my head, too far gone to form words.
He grins, then dives in again to resume his torture, fingers and tongue working together until I’m right at the edge. He holds me there, teetering, until my whole body starts to shake.
“Let go, baby,” he urges, voice dark and commanding. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
That does it. I detonate, white-hot pleasure coursing through my body, thighs clamping around his head. I cry out, loud and shameless, while Ares keeps right on going, licking me through the aftershocks and only relenting when I whimper and shove at his head.
He crawls up my body, trailing kisses along my skin until he’s hovering over me. Then he grins, smug and beautiful and so obviously pleased with himself that I want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
“You’re an asshole,” I pant, still struggling to catch my breath.
He laughs, low and rough. “But you like it.”
I do. I really,reallydo.
