The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)(77)

I lower my lips to her neck, my teeth grazing over her skin before I suck down on it, marking her as mine. “I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I admit. “Every little thing you do, every smile, every sigh that leaves your lips. All of it.”

My hand delves underneath her dress, and I smirk when I realize she isn’t wearing underwear. “This,” I groan against her lips. “I love this about you. You always want me just as badly as I want you.”

My fingers trail over her pussy, and my cock twitches when two of my fingers slide into her with ease. “You’re always so fucking wet for me, baby. Tell me, my love, have you always wanted me this way?”

She looks at me, her eyes heavy with desire. “Always.”

Her hands move up my neck until she’s got them buried in my hair. Fucking hell. Just one touch, and she’s got my heart racing. I’m impatient as I unbuckle my belt and free my cock, sliding it against her pussy eagerly.

“I love everything about you,” I whisper as I align my cock, pushing just the tip in. Raven moans, and I wrap my hand over her mouth.

“I love your smile.” I push in halfway, and her eyes fall closed as her legs tighten around me. She pushes against me, trying to get me in all the way, but I hold on to her hip tightly, withholding what she wants.

“I love your moans.” I push in a little further and brush my index finger over her lip. She opens her mouth, and I push two fingers into it. I nearly lose it when she sucks down on them, as though she wishes she had my cock in her mouth, her eyes on mine.

I push into her all the way, already fucking ready to come. “I love your heart,” I whisper as I place both hands on her ass, pulling almost all the way out.

“Fuck, Raven. I think I love you.” I thrust into her hard, and she cries out.

“Ares, oh God,” she moans.

I chuckle as I press my lips against hers, kissing her and swallowing down her moans as I fuck her slowly, deeply.

I drop my forehead against hers and inhale shakily. “Yeah, baby. I think I’m fucking in love with you.”

“Ares,” she moans, her eyes finding mine. Her gaze is filled with cautious hope mixed with lust, and she’s never looked more beautiful. “Say that again.”

I pull almost all the way out of her and hold still, my eyes on hers. “I love you, Raven. I love you.”

I push into her slowly this time, inch by inch, until I’m deep inside her, my eyes never leaving hers. My right hand moves between us, until I’ve got my fingers drawing circles around her clit. “I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby.”

She bites down on her lip as my touch becomes rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continue to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I don’t give a fuck that there are hundreds of people watching a movie just below this balcony. All I can see is my wife.

“I think I’m addicted to your pussy.”

“I think I’m addicted to you,” she whispers.

I flick her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. “I’ll keep you hooked, baby. I’ll keep feeding your addiction, so you’ll never leave me.”

I watch as her breathing comes quicker and increase the pace, fucking her hander, moving my fingers faster, until she unravels for me.

“Ares,” she moans. I wrap my hand over her mouth as she comes, my name on her lips. Yeah, I’m fucking done for. I’m in love with her. I push her against the wall harder, fucking her with quick, rough thrusts. She takes all of me, and I come seconds after she does, my forehead dropping to hers.

“Ares,” she whispers, her voice husky. “I love you, too.”





Chapter Forty-Eight





Raven





I bite down on my lip as I stare at the text messages Ares has been sending me all morning. I should be finalizing the model lineup for my upcoming show, but I keep daydreaming about my husband. Being with him has been better than I ever could’ve dreamed of. Everything I thought I’d never have is within reach now.

It makes me wonder if my suspicions about Hannah and Ares were true. He never seemed happy around her — not the way he is with his family. I thought it’d just been my own wishful thinking, but maybe it wasn’t.

When he rejected me, I thought that was it for us. I was certain I’d never have another chance, and I’d have to watch him have his happily ever after with my sister. I never thought that’d only be the start of our story.

Ares: do you know what the best thing is about your wife being a supermodel?

Raven: …working out together?

Ares: Last night’s workout definitely was intense… ??

Ares: But no, that’s not the best part. It’s all the pictures of you in lingerie that I don’t even have to sneakily take.

Raven: you do realize everyone can see those photos, right?

Ares: damn it, Rave. Don’t remind me of those creepy pervs that are always perving on you. The fact that you’re even thinking of them pisses me off. Seems like I didn’t fuck you hard enough last night, huh? I’ll make sure you won’t be able to think of anyone but me by the time the sun rises tomorrow.