Cruel War (The Gilded Sovereign 1)

“What girls are you trying to impress?” I ask, keeping my voice low, and attempting to sound nonchalant. Even though we haven’t talked about what’s going on between us, I wonder briefly if we’re just friends with benefits, or if there’s something more happening.

“Well, since you asked,” Ares starts, “there’s this one girl, she’s rather young, but I like that she’s a spitfire.” The gravel in his voice makes my thighs squeeze together.

“Oh? I thought you preferred your girls to drop to their knees for you?” Our banter is light and playful, but when I glance up and meet those hazel eyes, I see it shining back at me—love.

“I definitely do, so if you’re offering, I’ll take you up on it.” He winks playfully, earning him a swat on the stomach. “Ouch, you have to kiss it better now,” he tells me earnestly, and an idea comes to mind.

I pull away, scooting to my knees, I tug his T-shirt up to his chest, exposing his toned stomach to my gaze. His muscles tense and release as I lean in and blow soft breaths on his smooth skin.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m obliging,” I tell him. Darting my tongue out, I trace the dips of his abs, slowly, teasing him with the warmth of my mouth. “I thought you’d like it.”

“Jesus,” Ares hisses when I press a kiss to the bulge that’s practically bursting from his boxer briefs. Shoving the sheet down, I tug his underwear down and grip the thick shaft that’s hard as steel.

Taking him into my mouth, I slowly, teasingly suck while maintaining eye contact with him. As I feel his cock nudge the back of my throat, the power I have over him in this moment is intoxicating

I close my eyes and focus on the feel of the silky flesh in my mouth and take him slightly deeper, breathing through my gag reflex.

“Shit, little flower,” Ares hisses once more as he fists his hands in my hair, holding me steady as his hips rise and fall slowly as he takes control. That’s one thing about him, relinquishing himself to anyone is unacceptable, but I don’t mind and attempt to smile as he grunts in pleasure as he uses my mouth.

My one hand snakes down between my thighs. I’m wet, needy, and I can’t help but moan as I circle my clit, which, in turn, causes Ares to groan, lust heavily laced in the sound. We move in sync, my fingers, and his cock, in and out. Pleasure zips through me, my body coming alive at the feel of him throbbing on my tongue.

“I’m going… oh, fuck…” I watch in awe as he finds pleasure and empties himself in my mouth. “Fuck, Dahlia.” He moans as he slowly slips from between my lips. I rise up, making a show of swallowing his release, which only makes him groan again. “You’re a naughty girl,” Ares grins.

“I thought you liked it?”

“Oh, I definitely do,” he nods, scooting down, he crooks his finger. “Come here, sit on my face. I want that pussy.” A blush burns my cheeks at his words, but it doesn’t take him long to tug me toward the pillows. My panties are shoved aside the second I’m kneeling over his handsome face.

Ares darts his tongue out, causing me to whimper. Eliciting sounds from deep in my gut, the man I love licks and laves at me, his tongue dipping into me as his fingers taunt and tease my clit. My thighs are shaking, my grip on the headboard is white-knuckle tight.

“Ares, oh, oh, please.” A plea falls from my lips as I roll my hips, using his tongue to generate the pressure I need. He responds by pumping two fingers into me. In and out. Faster and faster.

My body locks as pure, animalistic pleasure rockets from my head to my toes. And seconds later, I’m chanting his name as I soak his tongue with my orgasm. My knees are wobbling as I cry out another pleasured moan when Ares teases my back entrance.

“No, not yet,” I manage to mumble, causing him to chuckle beneath me. It takes me a few moments to move beside him, taking in his mouth that’s still shining with my juices.

“Soon, I’ll own all of you, little flower,” Ares tells me confidently while licking his lips. “So fucking sweet.” He pulls me in, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I can taste myself on him. “Dahlia,” he starts, “I love you.”

Three words.

My mouth falls open in shock. I never expected him to say it. Even though we’ve been through hell, which has brought us closer together and solidified our relationship, I never thought for one second that Ares could love.

His eyes shimmer as he regards me, and I can see he’s holding his breath. He’s waiting for my answer. “I love you, too.” It’s true, I do love him. We’re both still young, but I have a feeling that whatever happens between Ares Lancaster and me, he’ll always be in my life.