Beth drops me off a little after midnight. We stayed at the party for a couple more hours. Ares and I snuck a few more kisses and touches, but it wasn't nearly enough.

"Thanks for tonight, Beth," I say, smiling at her.

"Of course. Thank you for coming. And for being the belle of the ball," she laughs.

"Oh, stop," I protest, even though her words make me smile.

"I'm serious. You were the talk of the party. People were asking about you left and right."

"Wow, I had no idea. Thank you, Beth. That means a lot to me."

"Don't mention it," she smiles. "Now, go on and get some sleep. I'm sure you have a long day ahead of you."

"Yeah, probably. Good night, Beth."

As soon as Beth is out of sight, Ares steps out of his car, making his way towards me.

"Hey," he greets, a crooked smile on his lips.

"Hey," I grin.

"So, what's the verdict? Can I see your new place?"

I think about teasing him, but honestly, I need him so badly right now. My whole body is thrumming with anticipation. He follows me inside, and as soon as the door closes, I'm pushing him against the wall, kissing him like my life depends on it. I feel like I haven't breathed since he left.

Ares is just as eager, his hands exploring every inch of me. We break apart, gasping for air, and he rests his forehead against mine.

"Emma," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "I need you."

"I need you, too," I confess, my fingers fumbling with his tie.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've missed you," he growls, lifting me into his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders as he carries me down the hall.

"It's that door," I tell him, pointing to my bedroom door. I pepper kisses along his jaw, his beard tickling my lips.

"God, Emma," he breathes, opening the door.

The room is dark, but Ares easily navigates his way to the bed. He lays me down gently, hovering above me.

"Emma," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it, Ares?"

"I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. For good."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend, wife. Whatever you want, babygirl."

"Yes. Yes. Of course. I'll be anything you want."

Ares grins and pulls me into his arms, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is full of passion and promise, and I can't get enough.

Ares moves down my body, his hands and lips exploring every inch of me. He shrugs off his suit jacket as he moves, leaving him in just his shirt and pants.

He stands at the end of the bed and pulls off his tie, the fabric slipping through his fingers. Ares smirks, his eyes never leaving mine as he wraps the tie around my wrists and ties them to the headboard.

"I've missed you, babygirl. Missed this," he groans, his lips ghosting across the inside of my thigh.

"Me too. Oh, fuck," I cry, as his mouth closes over my clit.

He laps at me, his tongue circling the sensitive nub.

I arch my back, trying to grind against his face. He chuckles, his hands gripping my thighs and keeping me still.

"Patience," he warns, his teeth grazing against my clit.

"Please, Ares," I beg, pulling at the restraints. I want to touch him. As much as I love him tying me up, it is also torture.

He sucks on my clit, hard, and I cry out, my body shuddering. He repeats the motion, his tongue swirling around my clit.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Don't stop," I moan, my body tensing.

His fingers slide inside me, curling upwards. The pressure is intense, and it almost sends me over the edge. Before the orgasm hits, Ares pulls his fingers out, leaving me wanting.

"No. No. Please, Ares. Please," I beg, desperate for release.

"Not yet, babygirl," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

He pushes two fingers back in, pumping them slowly. His tongue resumes its torture, licking and sucking my clit. I writhe beneath him, moaning and pleading.

"Please, please," I whimper, my body on the verge of exploding.

"That's it, babygirl," Ares rasps, his fingers moving faster.

It feels like electricity is coursing through my veins, and I'm on the edge, ready to fall.

"Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Yes!" I scream, and then it happens. It's like a bomb goes off inside me. I scream, my whole body shaking.

Ares's fingers keep pumping, drawing out my orgasm. My stomach coils tighter and tighter. I feel like I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is feel.

"That's it, babygirl," Ares growls, his fingers moving faster.

Tears stream down my face as my body trembles. My legs are quivering, and I can barely catch my breath. My skin is on fire and I'm ready to burn.

"Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Yes!" I scream, as another orgasm washes over me.

"Fuck, yes. That's it, babygirl. Come for me," Ares commands, his voice low and dangerous. "Come again and you can have my cock as a reward."

I'm completely at his mercy, and it's the most erotic experience of my life.

"Oh, fuck," I cry, my whole body shuddering.

Ares doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers working me over until I'm a trembling, sweaty mess.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he growls, his fingers thrusting in and out.

I'm on the verge of passing out, my whole body feeling like it's going to combust.

"Yes. Yes. Please," I beg, my back arching off the bed.

"Come for me," Ares commands, his voice low and dangerous.

I'm so close. So fucking close.

"Ares. Ares. Oh, god," I moan, my body convulsing as my orgasm hits me.

"That's it, babygirl. Come for me," Ares growls, his fingers never stopping.

My back arches off the bed, and I feel like I'm floating. My body is tingling, and my skin is on fire. It's the most intense feeling I've ever experienced.

Ares continues his assault on my clit, his tongue and fingers bringing me to heights I've never reached before.

Then he pulls away. He stands up and unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock is hard and leaking precum. I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.

He climbs back on the bed, kneeling between my legs. His hands grip my hips, and he slowly enters me.

"Fuck," he groans, his cock filling me. "I swear your cunt was made for me. Made for my cock alone."

"Yes," I moan, arching my back, trying to take him deeper.

He starts to move, slowly at first, but then picking up the pace. His hands grip my hips tightly, and his thrusts are deep and powerful.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me," I cry, my body arching off the bed. I want to touch him so badly. The tie digs into my wrists, bruising my skin.

Ares leans down, his lips claiming mine. It's a passionate, hungry kiss, and it makes my heart race.

"You're mine, babygirl. Mine," he growls, his voice thick with desire.

"Yours," I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Always yours."

"Mine," he repeats, his teeth scraping against the delicate skin of my neck.

"Please, Ares," I whimper, arching into him.

"Say it again," he commands, his hips grinding against mine.

"Yours," I breathe, the word barely audible.

"Tell me you love me," he orders, his hands roaming over my body.

"I love you, Ares," I whisper, my heart racing.

"I love you, so goddamn much," he murmurs, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. "I loved you the first night we spent together. I knew you would be the ruin of me. I knew I could never be the same. You consume me, babygirl. Body and soul. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I want to reply, to say something to his declaration, but I can't. Another orgasm hits me like a train and my voice is gone. All I can do is writhe and moan underneath him, taking everything he has to offer.

I can tell he's close. His rhythm is uneven and his breathing is ragged. Just seconds after I have the thought, I feel his cock twitch inside me and he roars, his own orgasm crashing over him. He fills me, his warm seed spilling deep inside me.

"Goddamn, babygirl. I swear you're trying to kill me," he groans, his weight resting on me.

I smile, my chest still heaving. "You're not complaining."

"Hell no," he replies, brushing a kiss against my cheek. "I could stay buried in you forever. Never leave your bed. I don't know how the hell I survived the last couple of weeks."

"I don't know either," I confess, snuggling into him. "It was the worst."

"But not anymore," he whispers. "We're together. Finally."

"Finally," I repeat.

"I love you, Emma. More than you'll ever know," he says, kissing me softly.

"I love you, too," I whisper.

He reaches up and unties my hands. I rub at the chaffing marks on my wrists and look up at him.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, concerned.

"No, not at all," I smile, reassuring him.

"Good," he sighs, laying back.

I curl into his side, resting my head on his chest. His arm wraps around me, and his fingers trail lazy circles on my shoulder.

"I can't believe you're really here," I sigh, my mind still trying to process everything.

"Believe it, babygirl. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for good," he smiles.

"What about your house? And your company?"

"I'll hire someone to run things, or I'll sell it. Either way, it's not important to me. You are. I don't need the money. I just want to be happy. With you."

We lie there in each other's arms, our hearts beating as one. It's the most perfect moment I've ever experienced. And this is just the beginning. We have our whole lives ahead of us, and I can't wait to spend it with Ares.