"Please, Ares," she begged, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with desperation.
"Please what, Em?" His tone was low and taunting, the smug curve of his mouth making her want to both claw at him and give in all at once.
His thumb never faltered, stroking her with an agonising slowness that made her shudder. The lazy circles only stoked the fire higher, building a need so sharp it hurt.
Emerald groaned in frustration, her hips bucking helplessly against his hand, trying to force more from him, trying to force him to break that maddening control.
Every brush of his skin against hers sent sparks rushing through her, her body twisting and arching, chasing what he refused to give.
Her nails bit into his shoulders, dragging across muscle that flexed beneath her touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She didn't care if she sounded shameless, didn't care if she was begging like she'd never begged before.
