EXPLOSIVE PLEASURE

Ares' tongue tasted her wet core, and he had to pause to stop his head from exploding.

His blood began to flow again, and his tongue resumed action.

He loved the way she tasted, because she tasted exactly as she looked.

She tasted luxurious, and exquisite. She tasted like sunshine, and magic all at once.

Her taste was so good, he wished he could bottle it so he could taste her whenever, and wherever he wanted.

Angel's hand dug into his hair, as she let out short, breathless moans.

Pleasure had never made sense to her until Ares.

From the first time she saw him, she knew he was trouble because of how her body responded to him.

Now as his tongue stroked every space, fold, and turns of her insides, she felt like the world could end, and she wouldn't give a damn.

"Please." Her hold on his hair hardened when his tongue flicked her clit.

A little shudder ran through her, as her toes curled.