Ares laughed nervously, admiring the menacing light in her eyes, the intensity there drawing him in. His fingers twitched, aching to hold and pin her to the bed. To feel the softness of her lips against his. To suck and lick every corner... Every inch of her mouth until she was breathless.
"I am a demigod, remember?" he whispered, winking at her.
"Doesn't matter." Eleanor's grip on his hair tightened, her fingers twisting in the strands.
He groaned. His eyes fluttering closed, his face tilting into her touch. "Why do I get the feeling you want to torture me?" He had to ask. He wanted to know and explore those hidden dark tendencies his little bird had within her. He wanted to rip off her innocence.
"Because I want to." She mumbled, sounding annoyed.
Ares' eyes fluttered open, meeting her annoyed expression. "Tell me more," he whispered, his smirk hinting at mischief.
