Touch of Flame



Nazneen looked up at him, her own eyes gleaming with playful defiance. Propping herself up on her elbows, she met his gaze head-on, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "No," she stated firmly, her voice laced with a mixture of challenge and desire. "I want to be on my knees."

Ares's reaction was immediate, a storm brewing in his intense gaze. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking with the tension that filled the room. The grip on the belt tightened in his hand, the leather creaking softly as he fought to maintain control.

Suppressing a laugh, Nazneen bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with a seductive glimmer. She knew just how to push his buttons, how to stoke the flames of desire that burned within him. 

Silhouetted in the dim light, she rose with elegance from the bed, her shape draped in pearls, an intoxicating allure. In an unhurried dance, she descended to her knees before him. The sight of her, poised and ready, sent a thrill coursing through him. Her hands, gentle and assertive, settled on his knees before making their sensual ascent up his thighs. The heat of her touch, even through the fabric of his pants, stirred a potent reaction within him.

Ares remained still, a statue under her teasing caresses. Yet, she could feel the anticipation vibrating within him, his muscles tensing under her touch as she explored the strength in his thighs. As she ascended further, her hands flirted with his arousal, not directly engaging it but dancing around the pulsating heat. The change in the rhythm of his breath was noticeable, betraying his growing impatience.

Nazneen gleefully wondered if he would still enjoy foreplay if she teased him well. Suppressing a smile, she let her hands wander towards his arousal, daringly outlining his hardened length through the fabric. 

Ares sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers reflexively gripping the belt tighter.

Nazneen gazed up at him,"I don't think you can stand through what I am about to do," she whispered, her words seeped in promise. Ares barely had time to register her declaration when she stood up, swiftly turned him around, and flung him back onto the bed. Moments later, she was crawling on top of him, taking advantage of her agility, she pinned his wrists down. Lowering her face to his, she brought her lips to his in a soul-searing kiss.

Her kiss was unlike anything he had ever experienced: passionate, fierce, and demanding. She let go of his wrists only to reach for his shirt, swiftly pulling it over his head. 

The momentary parting of their lips ended as she pulled his shirt off and returned to his lips with renewed intensity. As she resumed her passionate onslaught, her fingers traced the veins on his wrists before gently intertwining her fingers with his, kissing him until his lips tingled with the sweet taste of her.

Feeling him respond to her ardent advances, Nazneen allowed her lips to trail lower, kissing the outline of his jaw, down his neck, triggering her mating instinct even further, as if any nearness of his wasn't triggering enough. Her tongue traced the outline of his abdominal muscles, following the trail her hands had just traveled. 

Every brush with her body against his arousal elicited a response from him, his body tensing and twitching under her touch.

His response drew Nazneen further down, where her deft hands skillfully worked to free him from his remaining clothing. Once his pants came off, the visual feast of Ares's masculinity lay bare before her. Nazneen indulged in a moment of admiration, her gaze taking in every sculpted inch of him with an appreciative fervor. Ares sprawled beneath her, his arousal proud and demanding. The sight caught her breath. 

He propped himself up on his elbows, wondering what made her stop suddenly. Good, she thought. She wanted him to watch. She wanted those dark emerald eyes to smolder like diamonds. 

With an enticing sparkle in her eyes, she leaned forward, her lips mere inches from his pulsating length. She anchored her hands on his thighs, seeking support but also using it as an opportunity to gauge his reactions when she wasn't looking. She reveled in the feel of his muscles tensing under her grasp, an exciting testament to his mounting anticipation.

Slowly, her tongue ventured out, tracing a pattern along his length. The intimate contact provoked a sharp gasp from him, a sound that ignited her desire further. The taste of him was intoxicating, encouraging her to maintain the seductive rhythm that had him entranced.

"God, Nazneen," he stressed, his voice strained and thick. His thighs tensed under her touch, and his breaths, once controlled, were now ragged. 

Nazneen suppressed her victorious grin, instead opting to maintain her relentless teasing. She continued the dance of her tongue, adding nips of her lips now and then. His body shuddered beneath her, his length twitching in response, his muscles flexing under her palms. 

  The powerful man beneath her was undone, his normally composed facade replaced with raw desire.

Just as Ares thought he could bear no more, she abandoned her teasing. In one bold move, she took him into her mouth. The sudden intensity had him bucking under her, and a guttural groan escaped his throat. A deep and throaty sound that echoed with raw masculinity. 

Nazneen's lips formed a tight, velvety seal around him, enveloping him in a warmth that sent bolts of electricity coursing through his body. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance between softness and pressure that heightened every nerve ending. Her tongue, slick and skillful, danced along the sensitive underside of his length, tracing the contours in a way that left him breathless.

As she created a rhythmic suction, her mouth moved in perfect harmony with her hand, stroking him with a firm and deliberate grip. With each descent, she took him deeper, her caress intensified, the wet heat of her mouth driving him to the edge of pleasure.

The pleasure built with every rhythmic motion, every gentle suction that threatened to unravel his self-control. He felt himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within him.

At the brink of surrender, Ares managed to summon a last shred of control. With a ragged breath, his hands weaved into her hair, gently but firmly pulling her away from his throbbing length.

His breath was labored, and his heart pounded like punching knuckles against his ribcage. "This is not how I want it to end." 

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of knowing satisfaction. "Don't worry. I can exercise some patience and wait a little while."

He smirked back, though his voice was still rough with desire. "With that talented mouth of yours, 'a little while' might turn into quite a long time."

With a satisfied smile she ascended to her knees, occupying the space between his thighs. She leaned over him, threading her fingers through his tousled hair, coaxing him to meet her kiss. His arms, strong and secure, coiled around her waist, finagling a seamless roll until she was elegantly sprawled beneath him.

A soft sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, slipped from her as his chest met hers, sparking a delicate dance of the pearls that adorned her. 

Ares paused, pulling back and allowing his eyes to rake over her form, which sprawled beneath him like a goddess bathed in the luminescent glow of pearls. 

Unable to resist, his fingertips traced an intoxicating path across her abdomen and down, prompting a faint tremor to ripple through her. The temptation she represented almost caused his fingers to curl on her skin. 

It was time to part ways with the pearl skirt; he yearned for no barriers, no distractions. His fingers navigated to the clasp, unfastening it with a certain urgency. The pearls fell away, pooling around her on the bed, their luster dimmed in comparison to the woman before him.

He left her top untouched, enchanted by the ethereal beauty she presented, swathed in pearls. He also liked the way he could use them to make her whimper. 

Nudging her legs further aside, he positioned himself between her spread thighs, gradually lowering his body onto hers. As Nazneen felt the firm pressure of his arousal against her entrance, her breath hitched in anticipation. Holding her gaze, he deliberately rubbed his length against her, eliciting soft moans from her lips. 

"Do you want to be in this position?" His voice was low, almost a whisper against her ear.

Her response was a fervent moan, her hips lifting to meet his in unspoken invitation. "Ares… just… please" she managed to breathe out, her words dissolving into a gasp as his movements coaxed the pearls to roll against her skin.

As she arched up to meet him, his arm snaked around her waist, deftly angling her hips. She drew in a sharp breath, her body taut in sweet anticipation. And then, with a calculated slowness, Ares began to enter her.

After centuries of being untouched, Nazneen felt the intrusion of him inside her as if it was almost her first time. The sensation, so long forgotten, washed over her like a tidal wave of raw pleasure, overwhelming her senses and leaving her breathless. It was a bittersweet torment, a delightful ache that she had longed for without even knowing it. 

Ares paused, his body rippling with tension. "Are you hurting?" he asked, concern etching lines into his forehead.

"No," she managed, her breath uneven. "It feels...good." A choking sensation constricted her throat, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

His gaze softened at her emotional display, his hand gently tracing the contour of her face. "Neena..." He began, his voice a soft whisper against the charged silence. There was a question in his eyes, a concern that threatened to pull him away from her.

But she was not about to let him retreat. Her legs tightened around him, anchoring him in place. "I am fine," she assured him, her voice steadier than before. "I just... I haven't been this close to anyone."

A ripple of understanding flashed in his eyes. He nodded, his fingers tenderly wiping away the tear that had managed to escape down her cheek. Then, leaning in, he captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss that was a mirror of the rhythm he set as he began to move within her.

Nazneen clung to him, her nails lightly grazing his back as she savored the  feeling of his body intimately entwined with hers. The deep penetration, the rhythmic thrusts, it all felt so new and yet achingly familiar. The pearls on her top rolled over her skin, adding to the intoxicating swirl of sensations. 

As her hands roamed lower, her fingers gripped the firmness of his backside, a silent plea for more. He responded to her silent demand, his pace quickening in time with her increasingly fervent moans. His fingers tangled in her hair, the slight pull sending an exhilarating thrill through her body. He lowered his head to the inviting curve of her chest, his mouth capturing a pearl-covered peak. The mixture of sensations—his hot breath, the cool pearls, the thrusts of him inside her—overwhelmed her senses, turning her moans into breathless gasps.

Ares's body tensed, his breaths turning shallow and erratic and his grip tightening in her hair. Her own pleasure was building, her body clenching around him as she neared the edge of her ecstasy. And then, like a dam breaking, they both let go, their bodies convulsing in synchronized pleasure.