The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Connection

I felt goosebumps, a grave chill on the back of my head, followed by a weakening sensation on my hips, pricking to the spot where Ares’ tongue was.

His swift thrust felt like a vibration humming and buzzing through me until those wet noises filled my ear, and when he pulled back, I think I squirted.

My hip angled forward, but before I could make my placement anymore uncomfortable, I felt the tip of Ares’s cock at my entrance.

Without giving me a breath or a moment, he slammed his cock into me with force. I jostled harshly in the air, my legs wrapping around his muscular waist tightly, as he buried deeper, until my breast pressed into his chest.

Ares groaned, it wasn’t a grunt like always, but a fucking sound that was the most sexy tune I have ever heard. I milked him just by the vibration, and it came again, far deeper this time.

Ares’ body shook, his fingers unable to stay in place because of how much the pleasure consumed him.

I wish I could see this moment, see Ares get influenced by me. He was always so stoic, so still, more lifeless when he fucked me, but this was different; it was like he was ripped out of the chains holding him, and he was unable to handle the bliss.

"This, babydoll..." he growled, trying to speak with restraint before he lost himself, and my heart raced beyond anticipation. "...this is your soul bleeding for me." He redrew his cock only to slam right back in, and my body jolted, the strain shooting to my arms.

"Honey!" I gasped because he reprised the action, and I wasn’t sure my hand could take coercion anymore because it felt like they were gonna separate from me.

But Ares’ erratic penetration, the growls and groans leaking off him, I couldn’t miss those for anything. He was entirely driven by pleasure and not using his head like he usually does.

Ares was feral.

I tried to keep up, but it’s impossible to, not with him like this, but I embraced it all because I knew what he doesn’t at this moment. Ares wasn’t using his pattern... or control, he was eaten away by the pleasure, he was enjoying himself more purely than a quick fuck to scratch an itch.

I could say the same for me, too, and this felt far too different, far too... right.

Ares unleashed everything on me, instantaneous, hard, and utterly lost.

His nail clawed my thighs, his face buried in my neck, his hips locking with force but a driven softness like he couldn’t pause on the idea of not feeling my warmth. He was desperate for it.

It was too much, but it was everything. Ares was losing himself more, taking me nearer and nearer to insanity along with him, until the air was all about our rabid fucking like we were animals. The skin slapping vehemently, my rhythmic moans, Ares’ growls.

Smack!

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