"Where do you wanna do it then?" I asked bitterly, gauging his reaction, but I had better luck steering the North Pole. "The table or against the wall. Let's get on with it, since it's the only reason I'm—"
Ares snatched my neck at lightning speed, his lips smashing against mine in a bruising kiss.
I fought him, but I was backed to the wall, the breath knocked out of my lungs, only to be taken away once again when he covered my mouth fiercely.
This wasn't a warm-up for a quick fuck, this was something else... and before I knew it, I was kissing him back at the same frequency, trying to keep up as we both fought for dominance.
I easily freed my wrist, which he had trapped above my head, gripping his broad shoulders before desperately gliding my hand.
I thought Ares would stop me, but for some reason, he couldn't at that moment, and with delight, I slipped my hands into his hair.
