"What did you think, that I'd give you a choice? You're not coming until I say so."
Emerald stared at him, her lips parted, eyes hazy with need, skin flushed from the slow burn he'd lit inside her.
"Is that a problem?" His voice was smooth and captivating, softly authoritative yet somehow dangerous.
She hesitated, her heart thudding against her ribs, but the heat still coiling in her gut gave her away.
No. It wasn't a problem.
A slow, knowing grin spread across Ares' face. He leaned closer, close enough that she could feel his breath against her heated skin. "That's what I thought."
Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue along her folds in a single, torturously slow stroke. Every muscle in her body tensed. Her breath hitched.
Emerald squirmed, her thighs twitching, but he didn't let her move. Ares teased her mercilessly, dragging his tongue around her entrance and up to her clit, then pulling away before giving her any real pressure.
