The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)(61)

“Ares,” I warn, my voice laced with desire. “Please.”

He smiles and pulls away a little to look into my eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

My hands move to his shirt, and I undo the top button with trembling fingers. “I want you to make my fantasies come true,” I whisper. “I want you desperate for me.”

He chuckles as I continue to open his shirt. “I’m not sure how much more desperate I can get.”

His shirt falls open, and I let my fingers trail over his chest. Ares inhales sharply, as though my touch is affecting him the way I always hoped it would, and it’s surreal.

“Raven,” he whispers as he tugs at my clothes, both of us impatient. I lift my arms for him, and he takes my dress off, leaving me lying in his bed in nothing but a skimpy, lacy set of underwear. “Fuck. When you do wear panties, you wear some really fucking sexy shit, baby.”

Ares leans over me and buries a hand in my hair, tilting my head to expose my neck as he nestles his lips just below my ear, eliciting a shiver from me. “My love,” he whispers. “I want to find out what you look like with my name on your lips and my cock buried deep inside you. Do you know how it killed me to have to pull out when I’d only just gotten the tip in?”

I thread my hands through his hair and tighten my grip. “Then stop teasing me,” I beg.

Ares’s eyes are heated as he reaches for me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you naked in my bed. Each night with you has been torture, baby.” He undoes my bra and inhales sharply as it falls away. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve replayed that night you sat in my lap? Fuck. It took all of me not to touch you then.”

For a moment, embarrassment rushes through me, but he takes it away with a single kiss. “I want you naked too,” I tell him. “Do you remember that night you told me to take off your pajamas? I was so tempted to take off more than just that, but I didn’t dare to.”

He grins at me and places my hands on his waist. “Undress me, baby.”

I do as he asks with the same impatience he just showed me, and he chuckles as his cock springs free. “My turn,” he growls.

He lays me down and wraps his fingers around the thin scraps of lace I’m still wearing. His eyes are on mine as he tugs it down my legs, exposing my pussy. “Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t think I can wait even a second longer.”

“Nor can I, husband. So come here.”

He groans and settles his cock against me. “Say that again,” he orders.

“What?” I ask as he pushes the tip in. “Husband?”

Ares moans, and I can’t help but giggle. He wipes my smile right off my face as he pushes into me further, giving me what I’ve been dreaming of.

“Oh, God.”

He thrusts all the way into me and pauses, his eyes on mine. “Fuck, Raven. This… I’m not sure I can last long when you feel this amazing.”

I bite down on my lip, not daring to admit that it hurts a little. He’s bigger than I remember, and I need a moment to adjust to his size.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

I shake my head and pull him closer, my lips finding his. Ares kisses me as he moves slowly, and I lose myself in him. He pushes up on his forearms and rotates his hips, fucking me slowly, teasingly.

“More,” I moan.

He smirks at me. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.”

He buries one hand in my hair and wraps the other around my throat, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls almost all the way out, only to push back into me hard.

“Ares,” I whisper.

He responds by taking me harder, his movements rougher. “Look at you,” he tells me, tilting my head to give himself access to my neck. He sucks down on my skin, marking me. “Look at you taking my cock, baby. What a fucking sight.”

He pulls away and slips out of me, earning himself a disappointed groan from me, but he merely smiles as he sits on his knees between my thighs. He grabs my legs and pulls me closer roughly, holding me up at an angle. “I need to see the way your hungry pussy takes my cock, baby. I need to see all of you.”

He grabs his cock and slowly pushes it back into me, his gaze as needy as my pussy is. “Fuck,” he groans.

I have no doubt I look like a mess, my entire body on display for him and my hair spread all over our pillows.

“You’re my every dream come true, Raven.”

He holds onto my hips with one hand as he thrust into me, his other hand making its way between my legs.

“Ares,” I moan when he flicks my clit, but he shows me no mercy. His thumb draws circles in that way he knows drives me crazy, the same way he massaged me, and within seconds, he’s got me at the edge.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Raven. I want you to come for me with my cock buried deep inside you. I want to watch you unravel for me.”

I bite down on my lip as he increases the pace, taking me harder, his fingers moving quicker. “Ares, I can’t hold on,” I warn him.

“I don’t want you to. Lose control for me, baby. Come for me.”

And I do. My eyes fall closed as my muscles contract, a powerful orgasm washing over me. Knowing he’s watching me makes it that more intense.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, his movements rougher, faster. He bites down on his lip as he comes, just seconds after I did. Knowing I did that to him is unreal.