The Wrong Bride: Ares and Raven’s Story (The Windsors)

I can barely think straight as Ares pulls up in front of our house, my thoughts ruled by desire and fear in equal parts. His lips felt perfect against mine, and that kiss was everything I’ve ever wanted. This one was different somehow. It was even better than the memory that sustained my love for him for so many years, yet it wasn’t enough. It’s odd how much more intimate a single kiss can be, compared to everything else we’ve done.

Ares seems on edge as he walks around the car, his expression unreadable. He offers me his hand, and I take it hesitantly. Never in a million years did I think we’d find ourselves together in this way, yet part of me feels like we were inevitable.

My fingers curl around his, and he holds onto me tightly as we walk to our front door, an unfamiliar tension filling the air. I’m scared he’s already regretting kissing me, or that he only did it because he feels like it’s part of his duties as my husband. The way he’s been touching me lately… I want it to be real. I know how much he values marriage, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s chosen to put my needs above his because of it. That isn’t what I want. I want all of him, truly, fully, and freely given.

If there’s even a small chance he’ll regret being with me in this way, then I need to back away before it’s too late. Before I destroy all we’ve got.

Ares unlocks our door with his thumb and we walk in, my hand falling out of his as the door closes behind us.

“Ares,” I whisper, my heart aching even as a deep need for him holds me in its clutches. “I have a tendency to overthink things, so communication is really important to me. I’ll drive myself crazy if I keep trying to guess how you feel about me. The last time I made a move, you rejected me and told me you’d never want me, and it’s left my heart bruised and my confidence shaken. Things have changed between us since then, but I need to know that I’m not just an obligation to you. So I’m going to ask you a question, just once. If your answer is no, I’ll go to bed and we’ll both pretend nothing ever happened.”

He nods, his expression carrying a hint of intrigue.

“Do you truly want me? If we weren’t married, would you want me?”

He smiles and walks toward me, his stride confident and impatient. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me into him, his lips finding mine with the same urgency he portrayed earlier. Ares groans as he kisses me, his hands moving over my body impatiently. I’m pushed against the wall, and his hand curls around my thigh as he hooks it around his hip.

I’m panting as he pulls his lips off mine to kiss my jaw, before placing them just below my ear, pressing a soft kiss to my neck that makes me shiver. “Is that enough of an answer, Raven? I want you so fucking badly that it hurts.” His teeth graze over my ear, his breathing ragged. “I’ve dreamed of your pussy far more often than I’d dare admit, for far longer than I ever should have.”

His hands move to my waist, and he lifts me up against the wall, my legs wrapping around his hips to support myself. “You feel that, baby? Can you feel how hard you make me? You drive me fucking crazy. You always have.”

One of his hands moves to my ass, and he grips tightly as his lips move back to mine. “Open,” he orders, and I part my lips for him, deepening our kiss. My hands start to roam over his back, up, until I’ve got them buried in his hair, my nails brushing over his scalp, quietly conveying my rising need.

He groans against my mouth and carries me toward the living room, knocking over something in the hallway, but not even the sound of something shattering on the floor pulls us apart. If anything, it just increases his urgency.

Ares’s hands move underneath my dress until he’s gripping my ass with his bare hands. “Fuck,” he moans against my lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. I haven’t stopped thinking about that massage I gave you. Baby, I’ve wanted to slip my hands underneath your nightgown for longer than you can imagine. You knew exactly what you were doing to me when you wore that sexy sleepwear for me, didn’t you?”

I nod, my cheeks flaming. “I was trying to seduce you, but I guess I’m not very good at it.”

He places me on our bed and positions himself between my spread legs. “You’re far better at it than I let on, Cupcake. I’m practically always hard around you. You’re not the only one that overthinks things, Rave. You’re the most important woman in my life, and there’s no way I was going to do anything that would upset you. I’d already asked enough of you by making you marry me, and I didn’t dare ask for anything else… but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want it.”

He leans in, his lips hovering over mine. “Let me show you what it means to be my wife, Raven.”

Ares captures my bottom lip between his teeth, teasing, sucking, until he’s finally kissing me again. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of your lips, baby.”

“Ares,” I warn, my voice laced with desire. “Please.”

He smiles and pulls away a little to look into my eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

My hands move to his shirt, and I undo the top button with trembling fingers. “I want you to make my fantasies come true,” I whisper. “I want you desperate for me.”

He chuckles as I continue to open his shirt. “I’m not sure how much more desperate I can get.”

His shirt falls open, and I let my fingers trail over his chest. Ares inhales sharply, as though my touch is affecting him the way I always hoped it would, and it’s surreal.

“Raven,” he whispers as he tugs at my clothes, both of us impatient. I lift my arms for him, and he takes my dress off, leaving me lying in his bed in nothing but a skimpy, lacy set of underwear. “Fuck. When you do wear panties, you wear some really fucking sexy shit, baby.”

Ares leans over me and buries a hand in my hair, tilting my head to expose my neck as he nestles his lips just below my ear, eliciting a shiver from me. “My love,” he whispers. “I want to find out what you look like with my name on your lips and my cock buried deep inside you. Do you know how it killed me to have to pull out when I’d only just gotten the tip in?”

I thread my hands through his hair and tighten my grip. “Then stop teasing me,” I beg.

Ares’s eyes are heated as he reaches for me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you naked in my bed. Each night with you has been torture, baby.” He undoes my bra and inhales sharply as it falls away. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve replayed that night you sat in my lap? Fuck. It took all of me not to touch you then.”

For a moment, embarrassment rushes through me, but he takes it away with a single kiss. “I want you naked too,” I tell him. “Do you remember that night you told me to take off your pajamas? I was so tempted to take off more than just that, but I didn’t dare to.”

He grins at me and places my hands on his waist. “Undress me, baby.”

I do as he asks with the same impatience he just showed me, and he chuckles as his cock springs free. “My turn,” he growls.

He lays me down and wraps his fingers around the thin scraps of lace I’m still wearing. His eyes are on mine as he tugs it down my legs, exposing my pussy. “Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t think I can wait even a second longer.”

“Nor can I, husband. So come here.”

He groans and settles his cock against me. “Say that again,” he orders.

“What?” I ask as he pushes the tip in. “Husband?”

Ares moans, and I can’t help but giggle. He wipes my smile right off my face as he pushes into me further, giving me what I’ve been dreaming of.

“Oh, God.”

He thrusts all the way into me and pauses, his eyes on mine. “Fuck, Raven. This… I’m not sure I can last long when you feel this amazing.”

I bite down on my lip, not daring to admit that it hurts a little. He’s bigger than I remember, and I need a moment to adjust to his size.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

I shake my head and pull him closer, my lips finding his. Ares kisses me as he moves slowly, and I lose myself in him. He pushes up on his forearms and rotates his hips, fucking me slowly, teasingly.

“More,” I moan.

He smirks at me. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.”

He buries one hand in my hair and wraps the other around my throat, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls almost all the way out, only to push back into me hard.

“Ares,” I whisper.

He responds by taking me harder, his movements rougher. “Look at you,” he tells me, tilting my head to give himself access to my neck. He sucks down on my skin, marking me. “Look at you taking my cock, baby. What a fucking sight.”

He pulls away and slips out of me, earning himself a disappointed groan from me, but he merely smiles as he sits on his knees between my thighs. He grabs my legs and pulls me closer roughly, holding me up at an angle. “I need to see the way your hungry pussy takes my cock, baby. I need to see all of you.”

He grabs his cock and slowly pushes it back into me, his gaze as needy as my pussy is. “Fuck,” he groans.

I have no doubt I look like a mess, my entire body on display for him and my hair spread all over our pillows.

“You’re my every dream come true, Raven.”

He holds onto my hips with one hand as he thrust into me, his other hand making its way between my legs.

“Ares,” I moan when he flicks my clit, but he shows me no mercy. His thumb draws circles in that way he knows drives me crazy, the same way he massaged me, and within seconds, he’s got me at the edge.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Raven. I want you to come for me with my cock buried deep inside you. I want to watch you unravel for me.”

I bite down on my lip as he increases the pace, taking me harder, his fingers moving quicker. “Ares, I can’t hold on,” I warn him.

“I don’t want you to. Lose control for me, baby. Come for me.”

And I do. My eyes fall closed as my muscles contract, a powerful orgasm washing over me. Knowing he’s watching me makes it that more intense.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, his movements rougher, faster. He bites down on his lip as he comes, just seconds after I did. Knowing I did that to him is unreal.

Ares lowers himself on top of me and nestles his face in my neck, his breathing ragged. “Better than any of my fantasies,” he groans. “I’ve only just had you, and I already need more.”

I smile as I wrap my arms around him, my heart racing. Ares kisses my neck, over and over again, and for the first time since we got married, I feel a sense of permanence with him. This thing between us… there’s no going back from it.