Page 44 of The NemeSis
If she thinks she can fight this, then I’ll let her. I’ll watch her fail. I’ll watch her shatter into a million pieces just to put them back together and fuse her to me forever.
I release my grip on her and take a small step back. Her eyes widen in shock. “Then leave.” Kyra’s brows push together as I take another step back, furious that she’s fighting the inevitable. “If we’re such a mistake, then leave. If you feel nothing, leave.” My feet move again then stop, refusing to move farther than the three feet between us. It’s already taking extreme control to not reach out for her and pull her back into my arms.
Her lip trembles and it breaks something inside of me. A couple of weeks ago, I would’ve loved to be the reason to watch her break. Being the cause of her frustration and tears would’ve made her being back in my life worth the chaos.
Not now.
But I know I need to push her. This will be the last time I give her the option to leave.
“Kyra, I swear to the old gods—if you don’t walk out that door—I’m never giving you up.” It’s a threat, and I mean it with every fiber of my being.
Lightning flashes from the other side of the large windows, lighting up the dim room. As if Zeus himself hears my threat and is prepared to hold me to it. The storm picks up around us, thunder rattling and rain hitting the window sideways.
Kyra’s eyes stay on me. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty. Those stormy blue-gray eyes hold the entire universe behind them. She could ask me anything and I would give it to her.
Another flash lights us up and my heart stops. Everything stops and I hold my breath. It feels like all the blood drains from my body before time speeds up. Kyra jumps into my arms. Her limbs wrap around me, and I grab her tight. One hand under her ass and the other at the back of her head.
Our lips fuse together, teeth clashing as a fury takes over. Her hands are on the sides of my face then wrapping around me again. Passion takes over, heat fueling my body. All I can concentrate on is howrightit feels having her in my arms. I nip at her lip then her tongue dances with mine.
My heart feels like it’s beating in her chest as she pulls back. I suck in her bottom lip, then slowly release it. Her eyes pierce mine. “This is a terrible idea.” I hear her speak the words, but it doesn’t match the desire in her eyes.
Terrible would’ve been her walking out the door, but she didn’t. As far as I’m concerned, she just gave me the green light to own her ass.
Chapter Nineteen
KYRA
My back hits the wall, but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist. The little dress I’d been wearing is lying somewhere on the floor behind us. Cool air hits my flushed skin from the vent above us, but that’s not the cause of my goosebumps.
Ares’s lips and hands are everywhere. Caressing my skin. His warm hands flow across my body, squeezing and stroking, heat radiates off of them and it spreads through me like an inferno. I whimper with the feeling of needing more and not knowing what allmoreis.
Thankfully, he doesn’t let up. It’s as if he’s attuned to my body and how I crave his touch. My hands slide down his muscular arms and back up again. Maybe I crave touching him too. I didn’t know anything could feel this way.
His lips move against mine, and we continue onward to the bedroom. My feet barely touch the hardwood floor, long enough for us to remove the remainder of clothing we have left on, before I’m back in his arms.
I’ve never felt so powerful; it’s an addictive feeling. Ares is pressing his lips and hands everywhere he can reach, as if he can’t get enough of me. The feeling is mutual.
We drop to the bed, but he keeps one arm around my back and scoots me up further, fast. My stomach drops and I can’t help the smile growing on my face. I love feeling so small and protected. He’s strong and powerful and it has me pausing.
I pull back to search his eyes. Those blue eyes darken. I run my hand along his beard covered jaw, and he captures my thumb in his teeth, giving it a small bite. He pulls back, his eyes searching for something as his hands caress my sides.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Ares lowers himself and places a kiss on my chest. He moves to place one on the opposite side, then crawls down lower. The warmth of his breath with the chill in the air has me holding my breath. He alternates kissing sides down my chest, stomach, then hips.
When I see him lower his face between my legs, I shake my head. “You don’t have?—”
“Yeah,” he interrupts. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
He moves one of my legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it to hold me in place. Time seems to slow as he lowers his mouth between my legs. Or he’s moving slow, which is more likely.
My face grows warm because this isn’t something anyone has done to me. It’s just another first he gets which will make it all the more heart shattering when all of this inevitably crumbles around us. Right now, we’re in this happy bubble and I’m scared of what awaits outside of it.
His tongue dips out, stroking through my folds before lowering his lips to my clit and sucking. Holy. Fuck. He groans and my back arches off the bed.
I think I mumble something incoherent as one of my hands fists the blankets beneath us and the other glides into his hair. I’m not sure if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer. Right when I don’t think I can feel more on edge, he sinks a finger inside of me. Then two.
My vision grows fuzzy as his fingers move inside of me, curling just right. His tongue flicks at my clit and then sucks again. Gentle at first. Then hard. Gentle again. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
