Eleanor's body convulsed, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Ares's smirk hinted at his satisfaction as he sank his fangs into her neck. Simultaneously, his fingers thrust slowly, intensifying her delight.
He savored her sweet intoxicating blood, then withdrew his fangs, tracing his tongue over the wound. His eyes locked onto his wife's beautiful face.
Her closed eyes and parted lips betrayed her ecstasy. Her body tightened around his fingers, signaling her impending release.
"Open your eyes, my queen,"
Eleanor's eyes snapped open, blazing with lust and desire.
Ares's lips claimed hers. Kissing her fiercely, all-consuming. His fingers thrust faster, sending her moaning and crying out into his mouth.
Reason fled, leaving only primal need.
"A.. Ares!" She cried, her body shuddering as she climaxed.
But Ares didn't stop.
He drove her onward, his fingers coaxing another release.
