Touch of Flame

Ares' fingers played across the smooth skin of her leg as he watched her sink back into his arm. She let her head fall back, baring her neck for him. He wasn't sure what was more inviting; the curve of her neck or those lush lips parted as his fingers slid down her thigh.

Hunger or thirst? He couldn't tell the difference anymore. He wanted it all. The honey glow of her skin in the dimlight was enough to give him the urge to strip her naked.

Her thighs tensed when his fingers slipped inside, still teasing their way up and she groaned when he brushed over her skirt to roam up her waist. She didn't do well with teasing or she just wasn't used to it. Men were impatient with her and she was usually the one teasing them but she let him have it his way.

His lips found her throat and that mouth of his was a sinful delight against her skin. The patience and diligence in which he took his time to lave her with his tongue were enough to leave a damp heat between her legs.

"Mmm..." he murmured. "I can smell you now."

"Oh.." she melted in his arms.

He bit her neck teasingly, enticing a moan from her lips.

"You taste like the sweetness of tangerine," he husked.

If he kept talking to her like that she would lose it, but the finger traveling down her chest and between the hollow of her breasts distracted her. She arched slightly, her buds already stiff and sensitive to the approach of his touch.

He cupped one in his palm, hugging it, modeling it, and softly kneading it through her top. Undoing the knot that held it together at the front, his mouth left her neck, and a moment later his tongue snaked around the hardened tip, passing from one to the other.

Nazneen felt every swirl of his tongue all the way to her toes. She arched against him with a moan, taking her fingers into his hair and angling her body desperate to have his mouth around aching peaks.

Ares pushed her up slightly and closed his lips around her, suckling on her with a sheer gluttony and leaving her with an urgent throb between her thighs. She writhed, pressing her legs together.

"Ares!" She stressed his name through her breath.

"Patience darling," his hot breath fanned her bare breasts. "Remember, I like foreplay."

Foreplay? God! She never knew it could make her feel so intense. She wanted it to end yet last forever.

"Or maybe you just want me like this." She breathed frustrated.

"How?"

"Frustrated."

"That I do. But there is more." He whispered, kissing up her chest to her neck.

"What more?" She asked losing herself in the haze again.

"I want you hot too."

She was burning so she wasn't sure what else he wanted. She wanted to argue against that but parted her legs again with a moan when his hand asked for entrance.

"And wet..." he added.

Her head spun when his rough palm grazed her skin. She could tell he worked with his hands a lot from the roughened skin, but it felt heavenly against hers.

As his hand crept higher, the hidden bud in her body swelled, yearned and quivered. She waited with bated breath and then there it was. His fingers pressed against her, softly spreading her and igniting her with a circular touch so tender yet so hot that fire burned through her blood.

"Ah..." she gasped, grasping his wrists and flinging her legs apart. She didn't remove his touch. She wanted more and she lazily guided his hand.

He smiled against her throat but then slowly filled her with a finger. Her eyes rolled back with a moan and he added another finger. It pricked a little as if she was a virgin again. Maybe after a hundred years, she was. A second chance perhaps, where she could have a good first time.

A moment later his fangs prickle her skin, causing her to clench around his fingers. He began to drink from her neck and stroke her insides, slowly, increasingly, curling his fingers inside of her and undoing that tight knot in her body.

Nazneen came apart with a shudder, feeling like she was floating backward into a warm abyss.

Ares' hand left her legs and came to hold her tighter as he continued to drink from her. It kept her in the state of bliss longer, her body still quivering and slowly descending heaven until he tore his lips away from her with a groan.

She looked up at him, seeing the hunger in his teal blue eyes. "Take more if you want," she told him.

He leaned in again but only licked her before placing a wet kiss. Nazneen suddenly thought of having his lips on hers. He didn't kiss her.

"That is enough," he breathed, adjusting her to sit more comfortably.

She rested against his chest, still seated with her legs over one of his. "It is?" She asked, her hands sliding into his robe. Not to tease him. She just wanted to touch him in turn, feel his skin and also pleasure him.

Her hand skimmed over his chest, feeling a few faint scars that she traced with her fingers. "I feel bad only taking." She said.

"You have given your blood."

"Because I asked you not to go to someone else," she caressed his shoulder, also feeling a scar there. "Did you not say everything is a transaction."

He chuckled. "You learn fast."

"Be careful. I might become an expert at negotiating." She warned, her palm still playing across his chest.

He made her feel warm. Not warmth that came from desire. It was a comfortable one where she was content to only rest in his arms like this. "How did you get these scars?" She asked, to understand why they didn't heal.

She felt his body still. "It is a long story."

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