[Anglais] À travers ma fenêtre

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I would like to say that I didn't kiss him back, or that I pushed him away and ran from him. But the moment his soft lips touch mine, I lose all sense of time, place, space. I lose all rationality.

I kiss him back instantly. His kiss is not gentle or romantic; it is demanding, passionate, and possessive. He kisses me as if he wants to devour me, and it feels incredible. He takes my face in his hands, deepening the kiss. Our lips move in sync, his tongue tempting and brushing. Our breaths quicken, and I feel like I could pass out at any moment from the intensity of this kiss.

I melt in his arms.

I never thought anyone could make me feel this way. My whole body is electrified, blood rushing quickly through my veins. Ares presses my body against his, stealing a small moan from me that gets caught in his mouth. His lips move aggressively against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body.

Ares lifts me up, and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. I gasp as I feel how hard he is against me. He doesn't stop kissing me for a single second as he carries me over to the couch.

He slowly lays me down and climbs on top of me. I run my hands over his defined chest and down his abdomen, feeling every muscle. He's so fucking sexy. He slips his hand under my shirt to touch my breasts and a moan of appreciation escapes me. I'm too turned on to think of anything. I just want to feel him, all of him, against me.

Ares moves away, kneeling between my legs, and unbuttons my pants with impressive agility. Seeing him like this in front of me-his blue eyes shining with desire, undressing me-takes my breath away. I feel surprisingly comfortable with him as he removes my pants, tossing them aside, and returns his mouth to mine.

He runs his hands down my bare legs and moans. "You're driving me crazy."

I bite his lower lip in response. I want him like I've never wanted anyone before in my life. My rational side goes on vacation and hormones take over. Desperately, I grab the button of his pants to take them off. He stands up and lets his pants fall to the floor along with his underwear.

God, he's naked and his body is perfect. Every muscle, every tattoo . . . everything about him is perfect. His lips are swollen from kissing, and I imagine mine must be the same. He hovers over me again, kissing me leisurely, wet kisses full of passion and desire that bring me to the edge. His hand travels inside my panties, and he moans again into my mouth. It's the most exciting sound in the world.

"I love how wet you are for me."

I can feel how hard he is against my thigh and I'm dying to feel him somewhere else. His fingers find that nerve-filled spot and caress it in circles. I arch my back, panting.

"Oh God, Ares! Please." I want him, that's all my mind can think of. I need more.

As if reading my mind, Ares lifts my shirt, freeing my breasts, attacking them with his tongue, massaging them with his free hand. This is too much.

Wanting more, I take him in my hand, and, for a second, it scares me how big he is, but my desire overwhelms my fear. "Ares, please." I don't even know what I'm asking for.

Ares raises himself just an inch from me, his eyes piercing mine, his fingers still moving inside my panties. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I can only nod, and he licks my lower lip. "Do you want to feel me inside you? Say it."

I bite my lower lip as his fingers drive me insane. "Yes . . . please . . . I want to feel you inside me."

He leans back and reaches for something in his pants, and I watch him pull out a condom and roll it on.