“Get out.”
Two simple words he commands me, and I gladly obey. After ungracefully stumbling out of the aquarium I wrap my arms around myself in a pathetic ploy to protect my modesty as my tail transforms into shaky, unusable legs.
Ares scoops me up into his hold, and I breathe in his clean, masculine scent as my head falls back onto his chest.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers in my ear, biting the lobe gently. As it’s been trained to, my body responds to the simple gesture. My core feels hotter, wetter, and automatically ready for him to ruin.
As soon as he’s set me down at the foot of his bed in his bedroom, Ares begins to strip. I lay back, consigning myself to the cruel hand that fate dealt me. My head raises when instead of thrusting inside of me, he leans forward and begins planting
