Page 66 of Reverence

I didn’t know what possessed me at this point but I couldn’t control myself.

A slow, sensual song played through the speakers and Amala moved her hips to the rhythm of the beat. Her ass pressed firmly against my dick.

My cock had been hard since I laid my eyes on her, now the feeling only intensified.

I could feel the arousal leaking from my tip. I matched her movements, grinding against her.

“Ares.” She gasped. I knew she was drunk because this version of her was too compliant, too submissive. “I can’t breathe.”

“Why not? Do you need some fresh air?” I pressed myself firmly against her, our bodies nearly melting into one gigantic puddle.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Too bad. Keep dancing.” I caressed every inch of her skin, sliding my fingertips up and down her bare arms.

She leaned back, resting her head against my chest and closed her eyes.

Blood rushed to my ears and to my dick, pumping at a vigorous pace. I felt lightheaded, completely intoxicated by this woman who drove me up the fucking wall.

I knew she could feel my erection because her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson and it wasn’t due to the temperature in this place. “Do you feel that?” I asked her.

“Feel what?” She asked breathlessly.

Shit.

Why did she have to sound so sexy? So delectable. So enticing.

“How hard I am for you.” She shook her head but didn’t stop winding her hips.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Denial at its best. I chuckled in her ear.

“You’re the one that’s drunk,” I murmured, continuing to grind against her. “I’m as sober as a judge.”

I gathered her hair in my fist, moving it to one side, and let my lips hover above the skin on her neck. She shivered, releasing a soft breath.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m many things.” I broke my own rules and kissed her neck softly. “A liar, however, is not one of them.”

Another soft kiss had her knees buckling. “You smell so fucking good. Your body is soft, warm, tempting. Pity your personality doesn’t match.”

“Suck a dick, Ares.” I held her hips tightly, preventing any further movement.

“I don’t swing that way.” I bit her in the neck, making her back arch. I groaned softly, repeating the action. “I devour pussy though.”

“What are you doing right now, Valiente?”

She asked, closing her eyes tightly. My lips brushed against her cheek and I could sense she was close to losing her composure.

“Do you think that because I’m intoxicated, I won’t remember this tomorrow?”

“That’s just the thing. I know you’ll remember.” I whispered against her skin. I moved my hands to her thighs, slowly sliding them upward. “Tell me you don’t feel it too?”

“Feel what exactly?” She questioned, her nails digging into my forearms.

“That obvious attraction,” I muttered into her ear. “The lust. The heat fuelled by hatred.”

“Is that what you’re feeling?” She asked, completely ignoring my question.