Page 23 of Infinity Chronicles 2
I squeeze his hand, which is still wrapped around mine. “I’m sorry she’s hurting too, but…” I pause, trying to find the right words to say without sounding like a bitch. “I’m so happy that you don’t feel the same way about her.” I look down at the table, guilt souring my emotions.
Ares releases my hand, and making a fist, I slide my hand back, dropping it under the table onto my lap. Out of the corner of my eye I see him stand and I feel his footsteps on the floor as he comes to my side. “Hey.” His fingers glide under my chin and lift it. Ares bites the corner of his lip, and asks, “Can I kiss you?”His words are spoken on a whisper. Just loud enough for the two of us, even though we’re alone. I lick my bottom lip on instinct, nodding my answer.
Ares’s fingers glide down from my chin to my neck, caressing as he goes. He leans in and I close my eyes, expecting the feel of his lips on mine. He hovers his lips a millimeters away, but I need him closer. Stretching upward, I try to close the distance but he retreats, making a satisfied hum when I resume my original position. Eyes still closed, I wait until he’s ready. I know that’s what he wants, Ares always wants control.
Eventually he presses the lightest of kisses on my lips. The sigh that leaves me should have me feeling embarrassed, but it doesn’t. I’m too eager for more. With a gentleness you’d never expect from him he attends to my mouth, soft damp kisses mixed with swipes from theverytip of his tongue.
Reaching up, I twist my hand in the fabric of his shirt. Ares’s clothesare always tailored, so every heavy pant he takes has my knuckles brushing his chest. He reaches for me, his hands wrapping around my waist as he guides me to stand, pulling me against his body roughly.
I feel every inch of him pressed against me, his hand flows around my waist, over to my hip and down my leg. Using one arm he lifts me, his arm wrapped under my butt. The air in my lungs heaves out and I gasp into his mouth. Ares wastes no time sliding his tongue inside.
He turns, setting my bottom on the dining room table. Spreading my legs with his body, he moves in close before breaking away from my lips to kiss the underside of my chin and jaw.The gentleness is gone as he devours me with open mouth kisses. I feel the slight pressure of his teeth on several spots, and the warmth of his mouth when he sucks at the skin on my neck. My hands go to his waist, my fingers tugging at the fabric of his shirt as my knees raise, trying to get him closer.
The tip of his tongue makes a lazy lap from my collarbone, all the way up my neck and only stopping when he reaches my ear. Ares makes a groaning noise in the back of his throat that sends a shiver of awareness down my spine. His forehead meets mine, both of us struggling for air as we try to catch our breath.The tips of my fingers graze the bare skin of his side, I’ve pulled his shirt free and the reward of feeling his skin against my own makes the effort so worth it.
I open my eyes and watch as my hand delves farther under his shirt. My palm connects with his side as I run my fingers around his back. Every touch leaves me greedy for more. Ares doesn’t move, I can feel the rigidness of the muscles in his back as my hands move slowly up and down.
His breath is shallow, and lifting just my eyes I see him watching me with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. Ares leans his hands on the table just beside my hips, crowding me even more. I love every second.
His voice a mere rasp as he says, “Keep touching.” Ares buries his face in my neck and I wrap my other hand over his shoulder in an embrace. His chest brushes against mine as he winds his arms around me, lifting me off the table. My legs encircle his lower torso, and the center of my body presses up against him. This is new, this feeling of having him right where I need him, all to myself. My arm over his shoulder tightens around his neck, helping me balance.
Coming to his full height, he walks me slowly from the room. I have the barest moment where I almost tell him to put me down, worried someone might see us, but I ignore the nagging thought. I’m exactly where I want to be. Needing to touch more of him, I slide my hand down the neck of his shirt. Every step he takes has the muscles of his back moving under my hands.
Turning my face into his neck, I pepper him with tiny kisses before becoming brave enough to use my tongue and teeth. Ares freezes mid step, his breath panting. I pause with the tip of my tongue just below his ear. His body shivers, starting at his neck and working down. I did that. I pull in a deep breath, feeling powerfulin a sense I’ve never experienced before. I want everything he’s willing to give me. I’ve gone so long with just my mom and me, and she never showed me affection. I feel like I’ve been craving his touch my entire life.
He hasn’tstarted walking again, but I continue licking my way up his neck. Nuzzling my way to his ear, I pull his lobe into my mouth and suck gently before sinking my teeth in.
“Oh, damn,” he groans as his hand snaps out to the wall. Releasing his ear, I pull back. The cool air rushes between our chests at the loss of contact and it feels intrusive. Ares's eyes meet mine, a sea of blackness staring back at me. Taking my hand out from under his shirt, I brush my thumb under his eye, caressing. I lean in and place a small kiss tight on the tip of his nose.“What do you see?”
“You, I see all of you.” Ares takes a few more steps and my back hits something solid, before he pushes his body against mine. My head falls back and my eyes close, rolling back in my head. “I can feel you,” he breathes into my chest, his head lowered. Moving his hips back from mine, his hand slides between us and settles low on my stomach. “I can feel your desire.” His fingers slide lower, just shy of placing his hand between my legs. I don’t know if I’m scared, or excited. Both I think.
Something low clenches when his hand travels in the opposite direction, under my shirt. His flattened palm moves to my side, his fingers on my back with his thumb bumping up my ribs. He stops his upward accent when his thumb grazes the underside of my breast. My nipples tingle inside my bra. I can already imagine his hands there, his mouth. “Laura.” His voice is thick, his words almost a mumble. “Can I touch you?” When I onlysquirm, his hand leaves me. I feel the immediate loss of heat.
I wrap my arm around his neck again and placing my mouth at his ear, I whisper, “Please Ares.”
His body undulates into mine. “Say it,” he demands, as both of his hands lift to the wall above my head.My hips are locked against his and every inch of my body is aware of his.
“Touch me, please.” Ares makes a sound of pure satisfaction as I gasp the words. His hands go to my waist and he lifts me off his body, setting my feet back on the ground. My legs are unsteady, I didn’t feel the strain to stay wrapped around him before, but I do now.
His hands, still around my waist, inch up and take my shirt with them. I feel the cold air on my exposed stomach. With his eyes locked on mine he drops to his knees in front of me.
Without a wasted second, he kisses just below my navel. Every muscle in my body tightens at the feeling of his warm tongue sliding under the waistband of my jeans. His hands are braced on my waist as he tugs my body closer to his mouth. My head falls back, and I gaze up, but I’m not really even seeing, I’m too lost in the feeling of Ares kissing his way up my body until he reaches my bra. The only things holding me up are my shoulders against the wall and his hands. My heart is beating so fast I know he can hear it and possibly feel it against his tongue.
He pushes my shirt all the way up over my breasts. I look down at him, then search the surrounding area. We’re in a hallway, I know we’re on the first floor still, but that’s about all. This area is unfamiliar to me. My hands cover my breast, I don’t know who else is here. Anyone could walk up on us. Ares makes a low noise in his throat and I’dfeel threatened if I had any sense, but instead I admonish him. “Ares, what if someone walks in?” Removing my hands, I shimmy, my shirt falling over his hands still on my ribs as I cover myself. Defiantly, he wraps both of his hands over my bra-covered breasts. I suck in a breath, my nipples hardening even more with his touch.
Darkness closes in, like night is rapidly falling. “No one would see us unless I allowed it,” he mutters, his voice low. Using his teeth, he lifts the hem of my shirt as he moves up from the floor. He stoops over me before releasing my shirt to the same positionit was in. I’m again exposed to him, only now he’s standing above me. His eyes impossibly dark ashis gaze remains fixed on my body.
Ares brings his hand up to his mouth, and he licks the side of his thumb before running his tongue over his top lip. My lips part as I get that deep clenching feeling low in my belly. Tilting his head, he brings the same thumb to my mouth and places it right in the center of my bottom lip. Angling his hand, I feel the tip of his thumb touch my tongue. I close my mouth, rolling my tongue over his finger. Ares’s other hand goes up to my neck, his fingers tighten, causing me to arch and release him.
When I open my eyes again, Ares is watching his hands as he pulls the cups of my bra down. The damp thumbthat wasjust in my mouth goes right to my pebbled nipple. I jerk, the new sensation almost more than I can bear. Ares stands back, his hand going to his mouth. “Take that off.” His head nods in my direction. I’m not sure if he means the bra or shirt, but I reach around my back to unhook the bra, I’m not taking my shirt off in the hallway. Reaching my hands in the sleeves of my shirt, I pull the strap of my bra down one arm, and then the other. Ares grabs the center of my bra and pulls it away the moment my hands are free. He dips his chin in my direction and now I know he wants the shirt off too, but I shake my head in denial.
He groans, widening his legs as he narrows his eyes on me. “Fine,” he mutters, his body slamming into mine. The air in my lungs escapes on a whoosh as he melds our bodies together. “Sorry,” Ares apologizes, then bites the side of my neck roughly.
Placing my hands on his waist I let my fingers inch up under the fabric of his shirt. Ares kisses his way back to my lips, giving me small nips as he goes. When his mouth reaches mine, he takes my top lip between his teeth. “I could devour you.” His voice is a soft whisper. What does it say about methatI want him to?
Bringing his hands up over my hips, he continuesuntil he reaches my chest. I lean forward, pushing myself into his hands. He makes a low sound of approval, his thumbs finding my nipples easily. Even over top of my shirt his hands feel amazing. A heavy pant falls from my lips when he gives me a light pinch, followed by his fingers circling my nipple. My hips rock forward to meet his. Taking my hands from his back, I tangle them in his hair, my arms over his shoulders. My skinbegins to tingle as I drag in a breath. The thought of having all of him hits me. I want tobe surrounded by him, filled with him. Closing my eyes, I drag my fingers down his back and when he arches into me, I feel a pulling sensation in my chest. Tugging on the imaginary cord, I wrap it around me, encasing myself in Ares’s shadows. His body sags into mine, his forehead hitting the wall behind me. My mind opens and as a rush of energy hits my nerves like an electric shock. I jerk, my nails scoring his back as I cling to him tighter. Gritting my teeth, I push back the feeling. Shoving the invading powers back into Ares.
His back arches and his mouth opens, but no sound escapes. Even though we’re standing within his created shadow, I can see perfectly when his eyes snap open and instead of the pitch black, they now have a constellation of starry white dots. Looking into his eyes is like seeing into the far reaches of space.
