Ares P.O.V.
This wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to feel this way about her. I was trained to hurt people, to kill them and not care about anyone or anything. I was Father's killing machine.
But watching Summer breaking down and crying made me feel an unfamiliar pressure in my chest. Her eyes were full of pain as she looked ashamed of her scars, scars that were similar to my own. I felt ashamed that I was planning on using her. I was no different than the men she described.
I would deal with my feelings later, but for now, I wanted to take her pain away. I kissed her and she hungrily kissed me back. Her body was hot and she was wet, letting me know she wanted me as much I wanted her.
I put my head between her legs and drove my tongue in her wet v****a which made her tremble and set off
