Page 89 of Mafia Obsession
His grip tightens. “Did you miss me, Lourdes?”
“Yes,” I admit, the single word slipping free before I can dress it up with pride.
That’s when his mouth crashes into mine. The punishing kiss steals the air from my lungs as though he intends to strip me of my life force. His hand slides from my throat down to my waist. In one seamless motion, he lifts me and carries me to the bed. All with the storm raging outside, the flooding forgotten.
I land on my back, my legs splayed open.
“You have no idea what I went through these last five days.” He crawls toward me and settles the long, muscular length of his body against mine. A stiff erection in his pants presses against my thighs.
“David…” I whisper. “Is he?—”
“Later. I need to fuck you because he’s got nothing to do with how I want you,” Ares says, his voice husky with need.
He crashes his mouth on mine again, his tongue just as punishing as before.
Growling, he breaks off. “My dick has been aching for you for days. My eyes have been aching to look at you. My hands ache to touch you. What the fuck have you done to me?”
He gives me no chance to answer, just drowns me with passionate kisses.
“This is in my way.” He grabs the neckline of my nightgown and tears it right down the center. He cups my breasts and sucks my nipples. “I need you.”
I arch up against the hot, greedy pleasure I get from his mouth. I plunge my fingers into his messy hair. His hair…ismessyandsoft. The unkempt look of him startles me.
WhathaveI done to him?
He puts his hand between my thighs. “No underwear. Good girl.”
His thick fingers stroke my clit until I’m squirming. He works his tongue down my body until his mouth meets my center. He buries his face between my spread thighs and inhales deeply against the slit.
“So fucking sweet.”
“God yes,” I moan as Ares laps at my pussy like a man starved.
His groans create a vibration that feels like a sex toy.
“Oh God,” I ground out when he slides one thick finger inside me while another presses on the entrance to my ass.
“You fucking like that?” he growls.
“Yes, don’t stop.” My nipples are so hard they hurt.
Grinning, he sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around until I’m squirming, riding his mouth.
He stops for a second to ask, “Will you be mine?”
Lost, I say, “What?”
“Tell me right now if you’re mine…”
I struggle to answer. I don’t know where my bastard husband is. Ares won’t tell me. Yet he wants me to choose him regardless of my marital status.
Ares licks a finger and then slides it into my back hole while his tongue lavishes my clit. “Tell me if you’re mine.”
Oh God of War…
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours.” I say it because it’s true.
Ares pulls off me. “Stay like that.”
