Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "purple". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. This all started with a speed write I did about a month ago. You can find the beginning by clicking here.
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She let her gaze wander up and down him. His shirt had fallen just right to tease the trail of dark hair that led from his belly button to the purple woven belt that snaked around the waistband of his jeans. She knew where the trail led. She spent the night worshipping its final destination. She admired his broad chest hidden beneath the shirt, the strong, chiseled arms, the angular chin peppered with stubble. She stared into his dark eyes. They seemed to hold the secrets of the cosmos. As as soon as she started looking, she tore herself away. Come on, Juliet. Don’t do it. No man is worth falling in love with. You should remember that. You live a cursed life because you fell in love with a man.
She felt the bed shift beneath her. Feather soft kisses sprinkled across her shoulders and neck. Strong hands wrapped tight around her biceps to keep her still. “Baby, you don’t have to love me. It’s probably better you don’t. I don’t want your heart. I want your surrender.”
Juliet’s mouth fell open as her eyes fluttered shut. This man stole her breath, her soul. She had no choice but to give herself to him. She licked her lips as she struggled to find the words to say. “If you’re the god of war, then why are you fighting in a cage? Shouldn’t you be in the Middle East or some place like that?”
He chuckled. “Who says we’re not?”
Juliet’s gaze rose to the ever-changing blue sky above her. Ares continued. “Wars today are planned. Troop movements are dictated in a board room. That’s not my style. Strategic war is my half-sister, Athena’s, thing. She’s having the time of her life. Me? I need chaos. I need passionate bloodshed. I need warriors who act on instinct, not because some general thousands of miles away told them where to step. What better place is there for battle like that than in a cage? Fighters prepare themselves, yes. They study their opponent's strengths and weakness. And when that door closes? Glorious chaos ensues.” He wrapped his arms around her and caressed her breasts in his palms. “Now, enough of this. I have business to attend to tonight. I’m taking you along. I need much more of you before then.”
She melted into him as he feasted on the curve of her neck. All she could do is whimper in response. “Please, Ares. I am yours.”