Chapter 23

Her clit fluttered beneath the pad of his finger, jerking every time he gently pressed against it. The engorged flesh was slick with her arousal, and he moved his fingertips over her puffy lips, spreading the thick, sweet fluid over her skin. He could smell her juices beneath the heady, earthy scent of the flowers, mingling sweet with bitter and salty into something intoxicating. Ares marveled that he could still get this sort of reaction from her, and he wanted to take it as an encouraging sign. He wanted to pull her against his body until he was covered in the feel and smell of her, hold her until all the words in the world were meaningless and let his body fill in the blanks of her memory. But he had to keep his touch a shade impersonal, even when she moaned and squeezed his cock with strong fingers.