"Tsk!" Eleanor turned away in anger, but Ares swiftly grabbed her dress from behind and pulled her against his chest with a single tug. His arms wrapped around her, his hand pressing against her stomach, leaving her frozen in surprise at his sudden movement.
"You think too much, Little Bird," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
Eleanor gritted her teeth, refusing to struggle, knowing she didn't have the strength to escape his grasp. "I think like I should, pervert!"
Ares couldn't believe her! First, she had called him a monster, then an outcast, labels he was all too familiar with. But a pervert? That was a new one.
"It doesn't matter what you say, I will be your husband," he whispered, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her stomach against the fabric of her dress.
Eleanor's breath caught in her throat, her body responding to his touch despite the layers between them. Still, she managed to utter. "You will not bathe me."
