I clung to Ares’s neck when he lifted me away from the wall without warning, and I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from crying out when he hitched my legs tighter around his waist. The movement had driven him deeper inside me, sending a wave of electrifyingly sweet pain that made my exhausted body shake.
I was still seeing double by the time he carried me to the edge of the nested fountain, but it was his next movement that broke the last of my self-control: his hands slid up to my waist, and he casually lifted me off of him to place me on one of the large, flat stones that bordered the water’s edge. The startling sensation of his manhood pulling out of me, the sudden loss of the heat and fullness that had been straining to fit inside my tunnel, dragged a wayward mewl from my throat.
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