The kiss wasn't gentle.
Ares' mouth crashed into hers in a demanding and fierce manner. Her hands dug into his back as the kiss deepened, and his body pressed into hers. She could taste the heat of his hunger and the raw lust simmering beneath the surface.
His lips claimed hers like he was done holding back, like he finally let the leash slip.
Emerald moaned softly into his mouth, her body reacting faster than her mind.
Her hands gripped his bare shoulders, sliding over the damp heat of his skin. Every part of him was hard and hot, from the muscle under her palms to the pressure of his chest against hers.
Ares pushed her back against the table, his body moving in a rough and commanding way. She could sense his wolf, dark and feral, and she could feel the urgency of the bond between them.
She wanted him.
Her body ached for his touch.
Her lips parted, allowing him to kiss her deeper. His tongue slid against hers, making her shiver with need.
