Page 24 of Inked Desires
I tilt my head back, seeking his eyes. He looks surprised, but his gaze, burning with fierce fire, captivates me. Breathless, I stare, unable to break this invisible bond between us. Then he draws closer, his hips finding a precise, devastating point of contact.
I stagger. How long can I hold out? My last orgasm is ancient history, and every involuntary touch consumes me. I want to drag him off the floor, slam him against a wall, surrender to this fire that devours me.
His hands descend, digging almost roughly into my hips. A moan escapes me. It’s too much. I can’t think anymore.
“This is a mistake on every level,” he breathes against my skin,“but I can’t stay away from you.”
Then, without warning, he spins me to face him, grabs my neck, and crushes his mouth to mine.
My brain shorts out. I cling to his shoulders, returning his kiss with a fever I don’t understand. He toys with me, and I love it. Every nerve trembles under his control.
One thought obsesses me: again.
It’s not enough.
His hips roll against mine, amplifying the burning tension between us. Electricity surges uncontrollably through me. Then the seam of his jeans rubs against my crotch. A violent shock shoots down my spine.
The friction becomes unbearable. My breath breaks. Then, suddenly, it’s an explosion. My body tenses and shakes against his as pleasure overwhelms me in the crowd, heart pounding wildly.
His kiss swallows my cry, muffling my surrender.
Slowly, reality catches up. My breath is short, my body drained of tension. I feel his heart hammering against my chest, his fingers still gripping my hips.
He made me come. Here. In front of everyone.
The adrenaline crashes down, replaced by a stinging shame. I open my eyes. What have I done?
Arès still watches me, but his gaze has changed. A flash of fury crosses his pupils. His fingers clench, and he abruptly lets go.
“That should never have happened,” he growls hoarsely.
“No kidding,” I mumble, stepping back, swaying slightly.
The alcohol clouds me.
He catches me as my legs threaten to give out.
“You’re completely wasted,” he growls,“and that just makes everything worse.”
I shake my head, confused. He pulls me close, pushes me away, then catches me again. His mood swings make me dizzy.
“Let go. I’m going home,” I try, struggling to free myself.
“You don’t have a home,” he replies softer, pulling me out of the bar.“Come with me before some asshole here drags you off. It’s bad enough I’m taking advantage of your state.”
His fingers grip my wrist tightly. I have no choice but to follow, half stumbling behind him to the exit.
Night has fallen. I hadn’t even noticed how long we’d stayed inside.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To my place.”
“I don’t want to go,” I protest, stopping dead.
He growls and tries to drag me by the wrist, but I resist, rooted to the spot. His mood swings tire me, and I refuse to endure more. He treats me like a puppet he can manipulate at will. I don’t want that anymore. It’s exactly why I fled Thunder Hawk.
He sighs, lowers his head, then suddenly spins around. In a flash, he drops to his knees and grabs my thighs. My vision tilts. A sharp slap lands on my ass as my face dangerously nears his sculpted backside.
