As Ares began to thrust into her, he gently held her lower lip between his teeth, sending Eleanor into a whirlwind of pleasure.
She became a moaning mess, her voice barely clear as she begged, "Ares... please..." Her repeated whispers of his name sent him into a frenzy, fueling his desire to please her even more.
Ares' thrusts grew faster and more intense, his pace syncing with the racing beat of his heart. He lifted Eleanor off the railing, pinning her against the wall as he increased his rhythm.
Eleanor was lost in a haze of euphoria, her veins coursing with pleasure. Tears of joy streamed down her face, and Ares kissed them away, his lips gentle and soothing.
He peppered kisses across her face, his mouth brushing against the tip of her nose, her lips, and her cheeks. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses in their wake. Eleanor's cries of pleasure grew louder, her body trembling with each passing moment.
