His lips crash into mine, and I melt against him. It's desperate, it's possessive, it's raw, and at the same time it's soft. He pushes me back onto the couch, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.

"You are mine, Emma," he growls, his voice laced with desire. "You'll always be mine."

"Ares," I whimper, the need for him overwhelming me.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his hand gripping my chin.

"I'm yours," I whisper, my heart hammering in my chest. "Sir."

"Fuck, babygirl," he groans, his mouth devouring mine.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I grind my hips against him, desperate for friction. He stands, his arms wrapping around me to take me with him. My legs tighten around his waist as he walks us toward the bed.

He sets me down gently on the bed, his eyes roaming over my body.

"Get naked," he orders, his voice thick with lust.

I do as he says, stripping off my clothes quickly. He watches me, his gaze hungry.

Once I'm completely bare, he steps forward, his hands cupping my breasts.

"You're such a good listener," he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

"Only for you, sir," I moan, arching into his touch.

"Good girl," he purrs, his fingers rolling one of my nipples. I feel it pebbling beneath his touch.

He moves back, taking off his own clothes. He's a sight to behold. His muscles flex as he strips off his shirt and pants. His cock is straining against his boxers, and I can't help but lick my lips.

He chuckles, a low and throaty sound. "You want this, babygirl?"

"Yes, sir," I moan, my thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

"Patience," he murmurs, stepping out of his boxers.

His cock springs free, and my breath catches in my throat.

He is perfect. His cock is long and thick, and the veins are pulsing with need. He moves toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Turn over, babygirl," he commands, his voice husky.

I obey, rolling onto my stomach.

"Get on your knees," he orders, and I do as he says.

"Good girl," he purrs, his hands cupping my ass cheeks.

His finger traces along my slit, and I can't help but moan.

"You're already so wet for me," he rasps, his finger sliding into my wet heat. "Do you want me to fuck this tight little pussy, babygirl?" he growls, his finger curling inside of me.

"Yes, please, sir," I beg, my thighs trembling. I will never get over how perfectly he touches me. It's like he's always attuned to my wants, my needs, and every spot that begs to be stroked. Every little touch sends fire coursing through my veins.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his finger slipping out of me before sliding it back in, adding a second finger. "Look at you, taking my fingers like a champ."

I can feel myself clenching around him, my body craving more.

"Please, sir," I moan, my hips grinding against his hand.

"Mmm, you need my cock, don't you?" he purrs, his fingers fucking me faster.

I clinch around him. His fingers feel so good, but I want more. I need more. I need enough of him tonight to last me a lifetime.

"Yes, sir," I whimper, my hips rocking against his hand.

"How badly do you need my cock, babygirl?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.

"So badly, sir," I moan, the pleasure building. "I need you inside me. Please."

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers sliding out of me.

I whine, missing the feel of him inside me.

"Lie flat on your stomach," he commands, his voice firm.

I obey, my arms stretching above my head.

He straddles my legs, trapping them between his. He forces his hand between my thighs, seeking out my wetness.

"Oh, God," I moan, my body coming alive under his touch.

He finds my clit and starts to stroke it.

"You're so wet for me, babygirl," he growls, his fingers swirling around the sensitive nub. "You're always so fucking wet. You were made for me, Emma. This perfect little pussy was made for me."

"Yes," I gasp, his fingers driving me crazy. "I was made for you."

"That's right," he growls, his fingers moving faster. "You were made for me. And I'm going to mark you as mine."

I can feel the pleasure building, the pressure increasing.

"Sir," I whimper, my hips grinding against his hand.

"Cum for me, babygirl," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me and then I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy."

My body eagerly obeys, the pleasure cresting over me like a tidal wave. I'm weightless and drowning all at once. My body shakes and quivers. My moans filling the room.

My orgasm has barely subsided when he rests his body on top of mine. He kisses my shoulder blade as he reaches between us, sliding his erection between my thighs.

He slowly sinks into me, filling me inch by inch. I feel so full, so complete. He takes his time, savoring the feeling of our bodies joining.

"Emma," he moans, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His weight is completely on me, pinning me to the bed. I love the way he feels, the way his body molds to mine.

"You feel so good," I whimper, the sensation of him stretching me almost too much.

"Fuck, babygirl," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck.

He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. His hands slide up my outstretched arms until his fingers lace with mine. He pulls our hands together above my head, his weight holding them there.

He kisses the back of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"I'm going to miss this," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm going to miss you, babygirl."

My chest tightens at his words, tears pricking at my eyes. I know he's right. This is the last time. The last night we'll spend together. I turn my head, kissing him hard, our tongues tangled.

"Don't think about that," I murmur.

He thrusts deep inside me, causing me gasp.

"Just think about this," I say.

He lets out a low groan, his hips rocking.

I moan as his cock stretches me, hitting all the right spots. One of his hands lets go of mine and he reaches around, gripping my throat. His fingers tighten ever so slightly, the pressure making me even more wet.

I can't help but let out a whimper. His touch drives me crazy.

He thrusts into me, harder and faster. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting close. I pulse around him, my body responding to his every move.

"Sir," I gasp, my breath ragged. "Please."

"Come for me, babygirl," he groans, his fingers tightening on my throat.

The pressure on my neck is just what I need. My body explodes with pleasure, and I cry out.

"Ares," I whimper, his name falling from my lips.

His movements don't stop. He continues his same pace, drawing out my pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuck," he groans, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear.

I feel him pulse inside me, his release coating my walls, mixing with mine.

"Emma," he breathes, his forehead resting against the back of my neck.

Our heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. He pulls out of me, rolling to the side.

I feel the loss immediately. The emptiness. I roll over to face him.

His arm wraps around me, pulling me close. I snuggle into him, burying my face in his chest. I breathe him in, breathe us in. The sweat, the sex, his cologne.

We lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other. It feels so good to be here, to have this moment with him.

But all too soon, the reality of the situation sets in. He's leaving. Tomorrow. This is our last night together. I feel the tears start to well up, and I try to blink them back. But it's no use. They start to fall, hot and wet on my cheeks.

Ares's arms tighten around me, and he pulls me closer. "I know, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I know."

I cling to him, my tears soaking his chest. I don't want him to go, but I'm not about to voice that. It would be pointless. He has a job. A life. He can't stay here. And I can't ask him to.

So, I'll have to be content with the time we have left.

And with the memories.

I lift my head, gazing up at him. "Kiss me," I whisper, my voice raw with emotion.

He doesn't even hesitate. His mouth captures mine, our lips moving together in a kiss that's both passionate and tender. Our tongues tangle, and I lose myself in the moment.

We only have tonight and I'm going to make it last.