Ares's POV
I chuckle deep in my chest and let my free hand come up and grip him my the waist and lifting my hand from around his throat to thumb his bottom lip. "Oh no, I haven't begun to touch you. If you don't want this, speak now, I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." Oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have worded that last part the way I did. His eyes blaze and his shoulders set back in defiance at the accidentally challenging phrasing.
"You don't think I can handle it? Show me what you think you got, then. I'd love to see it." Though there's plenty of sarcasm dripping in the air, I don't miss the way his breathing hitches in excitement.
"You're sure about this, kitten?" I ask him looking into his eyes to double check but all I get is a roll of annoyance.
