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Ares' fingers played across the smooth skin of her leg as he watched her sink back into his arm. She let her head fall back, baring her neck for him. He wasn't sure what was more inviting; the curve of her neck or those lush lips parted as his fingers slid down her thigh. 

Hunger or thirst? He couldn't tell the difference anymore. He wanted it all. The honey glow of her skin in the dimlight was enough to give him the urge to strip her naked. 

Her thighs tensed when his fingers slipped inside, still teasing their way up and she groaned when he brushed over her skirt to roam up her waist. She didn't do well with teasing or she just wasn't used to it. Men were impatient with her and she was usually the one teasing them but she let him have it his way.