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- ARES -

"Spread your legs," I growl against her lips. It's not a request but a command. Between kisses, she has managed to close them, keeping me slightly away, pressed against her knees. She thinks it can stop me. I grab her hair, my eyes meeting hers. I can see the amusement in her gaze, she's challenging me.

"Spread your legs, Witch," I repeat, pressing my hand into her hair. She smiles at me.

"No."

I kiss her again, my mouth relentlessly on hers, claiming her, leaving her panting. She likes to tease me, to challenge me, and she likes it when I lose control and give it to her rough. So I slip my free hand between her legs as she struggles to try and close them, squeezing my hand, but I reach her panties and my finger brushes over them, stealing a moan from her.

I leave her lips to move down to her breasts, sucking and biting them through her dress. I use my finger to pull her panties aside and touch her there directly with my thumb.

"Oh, Ares." She bends her head back.

"Do you think you can resist me?" I ask her, even though I know she can't. Her wetness is all the answer I need.

"Yes, I can," she whispers between gasps. I raise an eyebrow, while freeing her hair and using both hands to remove her underwear.

"No, Ares," she teases, but she doesn't put up any resistance at all. She likes to play this game, the attempt at resistance, only to be fucked hard. Abruptly, I force her legs open, and she shudders. I grab the back of her knees and pull her until she is on the edge of the table, open and exposed to me.

The scent of her arousal is delicious and almost makes me fuck her right there, but I hold back. I want her to beg. I kneel in front of her, and she cries out when my mouth makes contact with her. I devour her unceremoniously without stopping. Her moans echo throughout the dark room, exciting me even more. Her moans are my favorite sound after her voice. Her legs shake on my shoulders.

Moan, shudder, and beg for me, Witch.

Your pleasure fills me in inexplicable ways.

You are everything to me.

I can feel her shaking and I know her orgasm is near, so I stop and stand up, leaving her hanging. Our eyes meet, and hers are pleading. Her brown hair looks black in this darkness. I run my thumb across my lower lip, wiping it clean.

She doesn't move, doesn't close her legs, she just stares at me. I take my time unbuttoning my shirt and she watches as each button comes off, exposing me. As I take it off, her hands run over my chest, down to my abs.

"You're so sexy, Ares Hidalgo," she murmurs, surrendering. I grab her hand and push it down to my pants so she can feel how hard I am. She squeezes me lightly and makes me grunt. Oh no, she's not going to have power over me, not tonight. I slip between her legs, bringing our faces closer.

"Beg me to fuck you, Witch." She gives me a mischievous smile.

"What if I don't?"

"You'll go back to that party wet and unsatisfied," I tell her. She bites my lower lip.

"You'll suffer too."

I step back from her and unbutton my pants.

"No."

"Are you giving up?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. I shake my head, letting my pants fall to the floor along with my boxers, and begin to touch myself. Her hungry eyes look at me with desire. I brush against her wet entrance but don't penetrate her, and I step back.