"Pleasure?" Ares asked, his voice heavy with teasing curiosity. He gently traced the contours of her petals with his tongue, slowly and slowly.
Eleanor's body tensed, her back arching against the bed as her hands flew to her mouth. Ares continued to caress her sensitive flesh, coaxing out another wave of release. Her body trembled, her lips parting in a deep, satisfied moan as she glimpsed ecstasy.
In the aftermath, she felt utterly spent, her body adrift in a sea of exhaustion and pleasure. Her breathing was heavy, her mind too hazy to process anything. All she craved was sleep.
Ares rose from the bed, his lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile as he licked them slowly, savoring her taste. He looked at Eleanor, who had curled up her body, her chest still heaving with rapid breaths, her heartbeat echoing in the silence.
