Chapter 39

Lips sweetly descended onto her plump petals making Rose moan into Ares’s mouth. Fingers twisted into silky black hair and wrapped the tendrils similar to fragrant flower veins around them as if the moaning mess of the girl was not enough to be seen and in a twisted way the mafia king wished to see her depraved and without an ounce of shame and embarrassment.

Ares had to take care of raising his body as such to not put pressure onto Rose’s belly, so when his chest rubbed with the pink nubs of her sensitive breast in the process that have grown a cup, a mewl of want and need escaped Rose’s mouth without abandon, Ares could not fathom how exquisitely his princess has blossomed at all her curves. The breasts that were just the perfect moons now flowed out of his palm as he crushed them into his hold making the chocolate eyes teary with arousal and a tinge of pain.

“Since you would not believe my eyes that see how pretty you are, you must believe my mouth that will kiss all