His hands travel over my body, the cuffs shifting with me as I beg for his touch. Ares mocks me running a single finger down my spine clicking his tongue, "Tell me what you want, love."

"Ares." I moan, he moves his lips down each peak of my back, my core wet with desire. He sucks lightly on the lower parts of my back then gives each ass cheek a quick kiss.

"Tell me, or I stop. I want to hear you." He smacks my ass, the sting so good as I moan for him. My body is mess, too much stimulation at once that I wasn't used to. I feel his fingers between my thighs and I shove my hips back hoping its enough, but he follows me mocking my need.

"Please," I gasp out when he slips his fingers in, a steady movement against my core that builds a good pressure, he slows when I don't continue, and I almost cuss, "Please fuck me Ares."

"As you wish, love." He slips one finger in after the other curling his finger beautifully to send me to a new level of pleasure. I bite my lip keeping it contained, but even then I'm a moaning mess.

This mark takes this to a new level, his pleasure and my pleasure melt together in one, every joy he feels I take part in, and he feels it as well. It's this pool of holy fuck and I don't know what to do it. He knows how much I love this, but I love his cock more.

"Please, I need you." He curls one last time before pulling out, his hand moving to the side of my face.

"Taste yourself, darling." I open my mouth, his fingers running over my tongue. While I hate the taste, the happiness that cracks through the bond helps me enjoy it and I moan against his fingers.

He lines himself up with me, taking only a moment before going hilt deep. I cry out, my lip leaving the security of my teeth, "Scream for me baby."

He fucks me hard, hands going through the roots to tug on my hair, my body being moved vertical for him to pinch my nipples. The cuffs are long enough for him to shift me, but not long enough that I can turn and touch him as I desire. The need to touch him only adds to the building climax, and he fucking knows it.

"I love the feel of you." I whisper out bouncing my hips with him, he sucks on my neck, a promising hickey that should develop.

"And I love you." He moans out, one final hip thrust and we both are a mess of release. I fall flat on the bed, his pleasure going over my back once more.

He breaths heavy, keying open the cuffs and grabbing a towel to clean me. I wait until he's done to crawl over and pull my sundress back one his smug face grinning at me from the bathroom.

"What did you say?" I call out to him, the fear that what I heard was true, he sticks his brindle hair out while I rub my wrists.

"I love you, Veronica. I know what I said."

"Mr. Gray..." I go back to my default, the only time I truly call him Ares being when he fucking the daylights out of me.

He comes out of the bathroom, his naked glory on full display. The inner demon in me demands to go another round, see what other toys he has in store for us, "I-"

"I know, it's okay. Come on, we need to go eat lunch."