It wasn't enough how deep he was in her. Ares wanted to touch her breathing heart.
In one swoop, he carried her from the table, and placed her on the floor where their clothes littered about.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he made love to her on the cold floor.
Angel wondered if she was in heaven, because she could hear the singing voices of angels.
But when she felt Ares' harsh breath in her ears, she realized it wasn't heaven.
She was in hell, and the skillful devil was her bedmate.
"You feel so good," she mumbled, as the euphoria of the moment overwhelmed her.
"You feel better," Ares said, surfing in her wetness like he was digging for gold.
His fingers went into her mouth, and as he pushed it down her throat, a tear rolled down her eyes.
"Ares—please—please," she begged, feeling her climax begin to build.