My head was on his stomach, and his hand was on my back. My legs wrapped around his, the covers doing nothing to cover our top areas. I had just had sex. And it was incredible, simply phenomenal.

Everything went perfectly last night. He was flawless. I felt safe in his arms and wished I could stay there forever. As I slowly raised my head, his fingers dragged down my spine and I drooled all over his stomach.

This is embarrassing.

"Morning." He whispers, I smile as I lift myself up from his body. He kisses my lips ever so softly and wipes the drool from the side of my mouth. I bend over him to grab my phone and see messages from Auntie Coraline.

I chuckle, Ares continues to play with my hair.

I switch my phone off and turn my head to a sleeping Ares, his biceps were huge and that tattoos. I notice the one I did tattooed on his stomach and trace it with my finger. His body tenses with my touch, I love the way he reacts to me. I bend over and kiss him; he suddenly kisses me back. His fingers stroking my hair, I moan softly, and he pulls me to straddle him.

Skin to skin.

"Ares..." I moan, feeling his dick rub against my clit.

"Fuck I didn't bring any condoms." He sighs, his lips trailing down my neck. "You're lucky my pull-out game is strong."

"What does that mean?" He raises a brow, smirking. We switch positions within a second, now I am underneath his heavy body. I feel him rub the tip of his dick against me, causing the wetness to stir up. I gasp at him, my fingers digging into his back as he pushes himself in a little. Pleasure matches my energy of tiredness and gives me the drug to feel again.

He thrusts himself inside, I could feel him in my pelvis. My nails dig further, and I could tell he likes it. Likes pain and pleasure at the same time because I know what I'm doing hurts.

His mouth covers mine; he thrusts inside of me. I moan into his mouth, butterflies mixing around my stomach. His tongue glides down my neck, towards my breasts. He's amazing. Multi-tasking. "Ares!" I moan, my back arches up from the bed. My hands patting his chest as the pleasure in my stomach wants to drop. "A-A-Ares! I nee-d to..."

"Let go, cum Angelos..." I release all over him, and at the same time he pulls out and rests his dick on top of my stomach as something white leaks onto my skin. When I relax, I feel his fingers pushing inside of me.

I jump from the surprise, he slides between my legs and looks up at me, he brings my legs over his shoulders and goes down on me. My fingers grab onto the sheet. Is he-making me feel butterflies twice?!

His tongue cleans me up, I moan, and he sits up. Wiping the White thing on his lips, he towers back over me and pushes his fingers inside my mouth.

Sweet.

"I love you." He whispers into my ears, "You're mine. Understand?" I nod my head. "And if I see you look at a guy the same way you look at me, I'll kill him. And I'll fuck you with his blood around my hand."

It should scare me.

I guess I've forgotten that Ares is Diávolos.

Ares is a murderer.

But I love him.

"You're the only one..." I reassure him, he smiles sinisterly and stands up. The moment he turns around, my eyes widen to his back. My fingers nails, scratches, and marks all over his back. I gasp and sit up, "Ares! Your-your back..." I try to stand up and fall back down onto the bed. I couldn't feel my legs. "I-my legs..." there was blood trickling down his back.

He chuckles and turns to me; he bends down and slides his arms sunder my leg to lift me from the bed as if I weighed nothing. "I like the blood, Angelos." He tells me, he pushes a door open and settles me on top of the counter of the sink. He opens the shower, waiting for the hot water.

Still, when I'm sitting, he is still taller than me. He hands me a toothbrush, after squinting some paste. I brush my teeth and watch him do the same.

I spit out the remains into the sink and he follows after me, we both eye each other. As if we know what's going to happen. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him, my teeth dragging down his neck.

I slide my tongue down his chest and off the counter as he wraps his fist around my hair and tightens his grip. I only had two days, and I'm going to make every second count. My hands grab his dick, and my thumb runs over the top of him.

He grabs the edge of the counter, and I rub him exactly how he wants. He lets out a low groan as my lips take over my thumb and suck him.

My mouth did its job and moved back and forth. One of his hands reaches for the back of my hair, wraps it around his fist, and pushes me deeper into him.

My legs separate, he thrusts himself into my mouth. I gag onto his dick and tap his thighs. I couldn't breathe but I loved it. "From your nose." He whispers. I look up at him and it somehow makes him go faster. I breathe from my nose; he takes control of the pace. His head falls back, and he lets out a low groan, I press my hands onto his stomach.

He pulls out and releases all over my body with a few more thrusts. I stick out my tongue and let some of his cum fall onto it. He yanks me to my feet and kisses me hard before pushing us backwards into the shower. The steam is causing me to sweat.

"You're fucking amazing." I laugh against his lips; his hands caress my body.

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We walked through the market, hand in hand. And it felt refreshing, falling in love. I always thought I'd marry Clark. I see a fruit stand, and my eyes widen as pomegranates come into view. I drag Ares' hands and pull him to the market stand, a red striped cover-covering the fruits from the sun.

"Hello, Ares..." My gaze is drawn up to a beautiful woman with dark black hair and sand-coloured eyes. I felt jealous and insecure. She absolutely beautiful, I slide my hands away from Ares. Not wanting him to be embarrassed from me. I look up at Ares, hoping to gain some insight into who this is.

He rose a brow and grabs onto my hands again, he just smirks at me, I look back, and I'm tangled in the woman's arms. Her head is buried deep within my neck, and her hands are pressing against the back of my head. "Ali! I missed you." She cries into my neck. I look up at Ares once more.

"Calm down Athena."

"She remembers?"

"No, she doesn't." Who is she?

"This is my younger sister, Athena." Relief washes through my heart as my insecurities rush away, thank God. Athena. Athena...

"And you must be the woman who tamed my older brothers black heart!" She brings me into a tight hug, I chuckle and wrap my arms around her.

"I guess so," I smile.

"You must have something really special; this man does not know how to love."

"He loves me just fine." I look back and see Ares, standing next to his brother Atlas and Alastair, he looks back at me and raises his drink in my direction for good luck. I bite onto my lips and ignore his sinister smile before turning back to the conversation with Athena and Artemis.

Ares catches me before I fall to the ground as I trip on my steps. A recollection. I exhale, my heart racing. When I look up, my hazel green eyes lock with his, and he pulls my hair away from my face. "I-I... a memory." Athena knelt beside me and hands me a bottle of water. "A memory with Athena, Artemis, and-Alastair?" His eyes widen in surprise as he looks across me to a smiling Athena.

"That's my sister, Athena and my brother Alastair. Alex, you're remembering..."

"It's because of my beautiful face." He helps me up to my feet, I hold onto his arms. It's working, the memories are coming back.

He unscrews the water and holds it to my lips; I sip the cool liquid. Athena turns away and puts something into a bag before handing it over to me. I take it from her grasp. "I missed you Ali, I missed you a lot." She whispers, wrapping her arms around me once more. I smile. I like feeling missed.

"We should get going to the beach Alex," Ares spoke. I nod my head, waving goodbye to Athena as I make my way down the market. Ares tightens his grip around my hand, I notice a lot of women staring at him then at me. He stops at another market stand and hands the man some cash, in exchange for a camera.

"Why did you get a camera?" I ask.

He turns to me and takes a shot without me being ready, "Ares!" I yell, trying to grab the camera from his grasp. He rests one hand against my face to stop me from coming near him, as he takes another picture.

When these boats of nature's tide, these free-sailing sun-kissed branches, come to rest on pebbles or golden sands, they sit like kings, admiring the seawater view. The sand is the gentlest shade of gold, almost earthen and muted, the scene's humble star.

This beach is my favourite. I adore the driftwood that washes up on the buoyant waves and serves as miniature rescue boats.

Then there's the seaweed, that salty-wave flora as deep green as any high summer foliage. My favourite thing about the softly rolling dunes is the tall, tall grass that whispers so sweetly into the gusting breeze. My foot dissolves into the sand, I hand Ares my shoes to hold, and he shoves it into the bag.

I could not stop laughing as he throws me over his shoulders, I look back and see him looking at me already. He drops our bag filled with food we bought from the open market and rushes us into the ocean. "My clothes!" I scream, feeling the water tricking my legs. He suddenly throws me into the water, I gasp.

The ocean breeze, in its tangled updrafts, invites us to lift our gaze to the denim horizon. In the amber light, the ocean adds a flash of blue.

I wonder if I would have noticed water if I had been born with fins for limbs in the oceans. I suppose it would have been my air, and I would have been able to move through it more easily than a bird in the sky.

I go up to shore and see Ares holding the camera, snapping another picture of me. I try to rush to him, but the heaviness of the water slows me down.

I yank the camera from his hands and aim the lens at him. He was the kind of handsome that got into my bones and spoke to me of bygone eras before he said anything.

From the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions on his face, he was stunning. From his generous opinions to the touch of his hand on my own, he was handsome.

I liked how his voice quickened when he had a new idea or was so engrossed in one of mine that he forgot about the mask he wore for others for a moment.

So, I gave him my heart in exchange for keeping his safe.

He grabs the camera and kisses me, suddenly the flash of the lens brightens.

"Dikos mou..." He whispers onto my wet lips.