[Anglais] À travers ma fenêtre

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- RAQUEL -

Ares returns as they're getting ready to sing my birthday song. It was getting late, so we all moved inside the house, and we're scattered around the living room. I stand in front of the cake, and he stands on the other side of the table. Everyone starts singing while I awkwardly stare at the candles, not knowing where to look. Finally, I focus on those blue eyes, and the voices fade around me. He looks so beautiful in the dark, with the lights from the candles on my cake illuminating his face.

I love you . . .

I want to say it, but I know there are too many eyes on me.

I blow out the candles, and everyone applauds and congratulates me. Ares takes a step back, disappearing into the crowd. I receive hugs, kisses, and congratulations, while my eyes search for the Greek god without success. Where has he gone? Most of my aunts suffer from cake sickness, which means that when the song is sung and they've had a piece of cake, it's their cue to go to sleep. The party is over for them.

My cousins take advantage of this to put on different music once we're alone. Whistling and cheering, they start dancing. Camila turns off the rest of the lights, leaving us in almost total darkness, which makes it harder to find Ares.

After checking one side of the "dance floor" without finding him, I pass through the crowd, brushing shoulders and backs. The vibe in this group feels electric, almost sexual. In the middle of them I stop, remembering that night at the club, when Ares watched me from the VIP area like a predator. I remember how I looked for him after that.

I've always chased him. I've always sought him out. Maybe now it's his turn to seek me out.

I start dancing, feeling the rhythm, which is soft but so sensual. The lyrics are full of sexual overtures. I don't normally listen to this kind of music, but it's fucking catchy and good to dance to.

I feel him before I see him.

His body heat brushes against my back as I keep moving, my hands taking the end of my dress and lifting it up a little, slowly jiggling. The distinctive scent of his cologne reaches me. Even though I know Ares is there behind me, I don't turn around, I just keep teasing him. His breath caresses the back of my neck, making me bite my lower lip.

His hands fall over mine, pulling my dress up slightly to pull it down again, caressing my thighs in the process, and the brush of his fingers against my skin.

makes my breathing quicken.

He presses me against him, and I can feel his whole body against mine. He's the one who always tortures me, and it's time to give him some of that back. I push my ass against him, rubbing, tempting, up and down, and I'm not surprised at how hard he is. Ares presses his hands over mine, growling into the side of my neck.

He bites my ear gently.

"You're playing with fire, Witch."

Well, yes, and I want to burn.

One of his hands leaves my thigh to move up my body, caressing my abdomen. I stop breathing when he reaches my breasts, but he doesn't touch them, and I'm dying for him to do so. He knows it.

His breathing is heavy in my ear, sending a current of arousal throughout my body. The hand still on my thigh moves up inside my dress, his fingers brush me over my underwear, and I let out a moan.

"Ares . . ."

The rubbing of our bodies has become rougher and more sexual, and I'm thankful for the noise and the darkness that camouflages us. With his hand hidden inside my dress, Ares moves my underwear aside, and I stop breathing in anticipation. His finger probes, slipping into my wetness. I hear him moan in my ear.

"God, you're killing me."

His finger penetrates me, and I feel my legs swoon.

This is too much.

He licks my neck, his fingers driving me to madness. I moan when he pulls his hand away, but he grabs my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss me.

"We need to get out of here," he murmurs against my lips. "Or I swear I'm going to fuck you right here in front of everyone."

He takes me by the hand and drags me through the crowd of people. We walk through the darkness of my house quietly, as most of the adults are asleep, and I thank the heavens that Camila and Cecilia haven't gone to sleep yet because they would be in my room. When we get inside, I barely manage to lock the door before Ares pushes me against it, kissing me desperately.

His hands travel to my breasts and he fondles them, his thumb brushing my nipples through my dress. I stifle a moan of pleasure and tilt my head back. His lips leave mine to kiss my neck, my breasts. His hands slip inside my dress to pull down my underwear. I step out of it and, my vision blurred with desire, watch Ares kneel in front of me, lifting my dress.

"Ares. . . . What . . . ? Ah . . ." his mouth finds me and my head falls back against the door. Ares lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, continuing his attack, sucking, licking, and I cover my mouth to try to control my moans.

I can't hold out much longer.

"Ares!" I moan on the verge of orgasm, and he continues relentlessly, taking me to the edge of the abyss, and I fall. Streams of pleasure move through my body, making me tremble, closing my eyes, and drowning my moans in the back of my hand. The waves of orgasm leave me with my heart racing and my body sensitive.

Ares stands up, and, before I can say anything to him, he takes me by the hand to the window, and turns me toward it with him behind me.

"Take off your dress." I obey him; I like it when he gets bossy. "Lean forward."

I rest my hands on the thick glass of the closed window. I bite my lip, leaning forward, exposing myself for him, which excites me even more.

I hear him unzipping his pants and the anticipation is driving me crazy.

"This window is where it all started, huh?" I hear him say, and my eyes travel to that plastic chair in the yard of his house. "From here, you argued with me that night and look at you now." His hand caresses my ass. "Exposed, wet, eagerly waiting for me to fuck you." He gives me a little spank that makes me jump because I wasn't expecting it. His hand grips my hair, lifting my face, and I see my reflection in the window glass, naked, vulnerable.

I can see him behind me, naked from the waist down, his shirt barely covering him. I can see all of him and I lick my lips. Ares leans over me to murmur in my ear.

"Beg me to fuck you."

I'm so turned on that I'm not ashamed to beg.

"Please fuck me, Ares, I want . . ."

He doesn't let me finish and penetrates me with a single thrust, stealing a small scream from me.

My hands slip a little on the glass as he grabs my hips to get as deep as he can.

"Oh God, Ares."

It feels so good I can barely stand up. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to caress my breasts, intensifying the sensations all over my body. Being able to see my reflection, and seeing him there behind me fucking me, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, in, out, in, out. The feeling of skin on skin, of his hot manhood inside my wetness is wonderful.

His fingers dig into my hips, and his movements become more desperate and clumsier. I know he's close to coming, which pushes me toward my second orgasm.

I watch him close his eyes, feel him get even harder inside me, and we come together, moaning and shuddering. That's where it all started, my breathing out of control, my eyes looking through the window.