Emerald's hips strained upward, seeking the heat of his mouth, but his hands shifted, holding her firmly against the bed.
His fingertips traced along her inner thigh, drawing a shiver from her, before slipping under the edge of her skirt.
Every touch was gentle and light, teasing her and building up a maddening anticipation in her.
He took his time, slowly pushing the fabric up until his thumb brushed the edge of her panties.
Her hips rose again, and this time, his hands followed, helping her out of her black panties. Ares brought the thin fabric to his face, taking a long, indulgent inhale.
His eyes darkened at the scent of her arousal.
He let the scrap of cloth slip from his fingers, and then his palms slid down her thighs, hooking under her knees and drawing them over his shoulders.
Emerald couldn't help the tiny gasp that escaped her lips, or the way her thighs trembled as his hot breath fanned over the sensitive skin there.
