Touch of Flame

As Nazneen lay beneath him, still trembling from the waves of pleasure that had washed over her, Ares found himself acutely aware of every facet of her presence. His senses, heightened by the intensity of the passionate moment they shared, were drawn to her in a way that went beyond mere desire.

The erratic beat of her heart filled his ears like a hypnotic melody that made his own heartbeat escalate. The scent of her arousal pervaded the air around them, a heady and intoxicating aroma that swirled through his nostrils and ignited his craving for her even further. The taste of her still lingered on his lips, a sweet and addictive flavor that left him yearning for more.

His eyes were drawn to the delicate curve of her throat and he was now somehow able to detect the pulsing vein just beneath the surface of her glowing skin. A skin the glow of honey in the dim light, now even more enticing than before. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body and creeping into his. A warmth that truly marked her as the fire creature she was.

As he stared at her neck, Ares became aware of a deep, primal thirst that went beyond the injuries that needed to heal. It was a hunger for what she was willing to give. For what she COULD give and he shouldn’t take. Not before she knew.

A small voice in the back of his mind laughed at him. It was the man who took whatever he wanted. Just take her! Take all of her. Free yourself from this frustration.

Except… this wasn’t a mere frustration. Taking her wouldn’t free him. Yet instinctively, his fangs extended, and he could feel the dull ache in his gums.

Nazneen looked up at Ares, her eyes were still hazy with the remnants of her intense release. She noticed the change in his eyes and it wasn’t only the color that changed this time. The shape of his pupils looked different. A bit oval, surrounded by glistening teal blue. They were almost hypnotic but… also hungry.

Although she smelled his arousal now and then, he had been good at hiding it on his face. Not this time. He stared at her with a rawness he didn’t care to hide. And those fangs…

She remembered the time when he had taken her blood before, and the exquisite sensation it had brought her. A delicate dance of pain and pleasure, and she was already thrilled again, her pulse quickening at the sight of the sharp tips. She tilted her head to the side, baring her throat to him in a silent offering.

Ares leaned in, his breath hot against her exposed throat. The sight of her willingly baring herself to him was intoxicating and as he drew closer, the beating of her heart grew louder fueling his hunger further.

God! He gritted his teeth. She truly smelled like ripe oranges and one of his hands went to grasp one of her breasts. It was full and curved like the rest of her body. He grasped it hard; he knew she liked it a bit rough and her low moan confirmed it.

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She really knew how to rub him the wrong AND the right way. His hunger shifted for a moment, wanting to bury himself in her in more than one way.

Nazneen enjoyed the way his breathing changed and just as he was about to sink his fangs into her, she slipped her hand between them and grabbed him through his trousers.

The deep low grunt he made was exactly what she wanted to hear. She tilted her head forward again, bringing her lips close to his ear. “I want to taste you as well.” She purred.

He grasped a fist of her hair and tilted her head away again before sinking his fangs into her. The initial sting of pain was quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure as her blood flowed into his mouth and her mouth opened in a cry that never left her lips. For a moment she was taken by the suction of his mouth that felt all the way deep to her core but then she grasped him again, working her hand along his hardened length, feeling his breathing become harsher and ghosting her neck.

The taste of her blood was even sweeter now that she was very aroused. Ares couldn’t help but groan in pleasure at the taste, his grip on her hair tightening as he sucked harder. Nazneen added to the painful pleasure by reaching inside his trousers, her bare skin, warm hand, firm grip, and skillful strokes made him grow harder, causing an intense pleasure to build in his lower abdomen. The combined sensations of the taste of her blood and her hand around him were almost too much to bear, and he knew he could not hold himself anymore.

He rocked his hips into her hand, her blood never enough until his body finally reached its limit and he erupted into her hand with a guttural groan.

He allowed his weight to fall on her for a moment, still catching his breath. He could feel her heart beat against his and her arms came around him, her fingers gently going into his hair as he breathed against the crook of her neck. It was soothing so he remained like that for a little more while, then slowly lifted himself up, his eyes meeting hers once more.

She smiled gently, her hands cradling his face. “How long does it take to recover?” She asked, softly.

Ares was confused for a moment but then realized what she meant.

This woman!

She was insatiable. Lucky him but… he was not going that far today. Not yet.

He pretended to think that she was talking about his injuries. “Well, with your blood it should take a day or two now.” He pulled away and her expression changed as if remembering now that he was in fact injured.

As she pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes traveled down his body, pausing somewhere. He looked down to see that he had bled through the bandage. Well, he had exercised a bit.

“Oh, I forgot. Did I hit you with my leg?”

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, grabbing her chin. He lifted her face and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “It was worth it.”