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CHAPTER 31

I'm lost.

When his lips meet mine, a current of emotions electrifies my entire body, I realize that I have no remedy, I have no salvation and I don't even know if I want to have it. There is no turning back.

I am madly in love with Ares Hidalgo.

What started as an unhealthy obsession, ended up turning into feelings so strong that I'm not able to handle them. He destabilizes me, makes me lose control, he awakens sensations in me that I never thought I would feel. And that makes me feel so exposed, what I feel for him makes me vulnerable, easy to hurt and it's so scary.

His lips move softly over mine, and that rhythm lets me feel in detail every contact of our wet and eager lips. I put my hands around his neck, pulling him towards me, his bare chest collides with mine and even though I have his shirt on I can feel the heat emanating from his skin. He intensifies the kiss, speeding his mouth over mine, taking my breath away. God, he's such a good kisser.

Our movements make his towel untie from his waist and I'm not complaining. I feel how hard he is against my bare thigh as my skirt has rolled up. Ares traces his fingers down the back of my thigh, caressing gently and when he reaches my waist, he squeezes it with desire.

He moves back for a second, his eyes fixed on mine, "I want you so bad, Raquel."

And I love you.

But I don't say it, I just smile and caress his face.

He kisses me again and this time the rhythm is wild, rough, relentless, those passionate kisses that I remember so well and that drive me crazy. My hands go up to his hair and I hold onto him as my body begins to burn. He leaves my mouth again to go down to leave kisses and bites on my neck. That is my weak point. I arch against him, letting out a sigh. His hand slides into my shirt and his nimble fingers move over my breasts, rubbing and touching.

Panting, I let out a groan as his hand explores under my skirt, I have no underwear so the contact is direct. Ares stops his attack on my neck and lifts his face to look at me as his finger enters me.

"Oh God!" I close my eyes.

"No." His voice is hoarse, "Open your eyes." I obey him and I am surprised by the intensity I find in his gaze, "I want you to see me, to make it clear that I am the only one who makes you feel this way." He moves his finger inside me, in, out, in out, making me moan, "The only one that makes you moan like this." I bite my lower lip and he takes his hand out of my skirt and shows me his finger, "The only one that makes you this wet." he stands up in front of the bed. He is naked in all his perfect glory. I want him now.

I want him inside me, I can't wait any longer.

He grabs my ankles and he pulls me towards him until my legs are hanging off the bed. Opening for him, he watches me, lust vibrant in his pretty eyes. He rubs himself against my wetness and I moans softly, waiting for him.

I look at him, pleading, "Ares, please."

He gives me a mischievous smile, "Please what?"

I don't say anything, he leans over me to kiss me passionately. He keeps brushing himself against me, tempting but never filling me like I want him to.

I stop the kiss, "Please, Ares."

"Do you want me inside you?" He whispers in my ear lasciviously, "Do you want me to fuck you again? Make you orgasm while I fuck you hard?" I nod my head; he takes my chin. "Tell me that you are mine, tell me you won't let anyone else touch you again."

"I'm yours, Ares, please. I can't take it anymore."

Determined, I grab him by the shoulders and push him onto the bed until he falls onto his back, quickly I climb on top of him. He looks at me surprised but I know he likes this new position. I take my shirt off and his hands go to my breasts immediately. His hardon feels amazing against me. Skin-to-skin contact that drives me crazy. I need him now.

I get up a bit and position it at my entrance, I drop onto it and I feel it fill me completely, "Ah, fuck, Rachell." he moans and it's the sexiest sound in the world, the feeling is so wonderful that for a few seconds I don't move, I just enjoy feeling it like that, skin to skin, inside of me. It's the first time we've done it without a condom, and it feels fucking delicious. I'm so consumed with desire.

"You look so sexy on top of me." He caresses my breasts and I start to move, I'm not an expert but at least I try and my slight movements make me moan even more. Ares licks his lips, squeezing my hips, guiding me to move faster, penetrating me deeper. I cling to his chest, closing my eyes. Up, down, in and out, the rhythm, the contact of hot, wet skin drives me crazy.

I feel the orgasm coming and I know it's going to be amazing so I try to hold it to enjoy this a little more. I feel powerful on top of him, owner of every groan and moan that leaves his lips.

Ares holds my hips and moves with me, giving me deep thrusts that bring me to the brink of orgasm, "Ah, Ares, yes, yes! Just like that!"

He sits up and his mouth meets mine, without stopping his sudden but divine movements, he grabs me by the hair, forcing me to look into his eyes as he moves inside me, "You are mine, Rachel."

I want to remind him that I am not an object, but I don't mind being his during sex. I'm drowning in the prelude to the orgasm that is coming. I grab onto his back, digging my nails into his skin. The orgasm makes me scream his name and telling I'm his over and over again. Waves and waves of pleasure cross my body, shaking every nerve, every muscle. Ares growls and I feel him finish inside me, warming my insides.

I rest my head on his shoulder, our rapid breaths echoing across the room. I don't dare look at him, I don't want to see his expression, I don't want to see him looking like he wants to push me away because he already got what he wanted.

We look at each other. I swallow. I'm surprised to see the beautiful smile on his lips and the tenderness radiating from his eyes. His hand takes a lock of my hair and puts it behind my ear.

"You're beautiful."

It's the second time he's told me this, but he still takes my heart by surprise, racing it. He opens his mouth to say something, but he closes it again, undecided.

What do you want to tell me, Greek God?

It is the first time that I feel close to him, I know it sounds strange but the other times that we have been together, when we were done doing it, I've felt so far away from him, him so out of my reach. Sharing your body with someone is not enough to establish deep closeness.

I raise my hand and caress his cheek. He closes his eyes, looking vulnerable and beautiful.

I love you...

Those words get stuck in my throat, making me lower my hand. He opens his eyes, the question in his eyes is evident, why did you stop touching me?

Because touching you makes me want to say something that would scare you.

And I don't want to ruin the moment.

I smile at him and get up to rush to the bathroom. I take a shower, and my stomach growls in protest, morning sex has left me exhausted and hungry.

Ares knocks on the bathroom door, "I brought you some shorts and a shirt, they're Marco's but it's better than going out with puke on your clothes."

Embarrassed, I open the door a bit and rip the clothes from his hands. They are a little big for me, but I'm not complaining. When I look at myself in the mirror, a squeak leaves my lips. A pink dot with purple decorates my neck.

A hickey!

Angry, I slam the door open. Ares is sitting on the bed, the towel wrapped around his bare hips. Pressing my lips together, I give him a murderous look. He raises an eyebrow and I gesture my neck.

"Are you serious?"

Ares smiles and is about to say something when there is a knock on the door. Marco's voice sounds on the other side, "We're all going out to have breakfast, you guys going?"

My eyes fall on Ares, I don't want to be clingy so I leave the decision up to him. Ares gets up, and walks towards me, "Yes, we'd be down in 10 minutes." he stops in front of me and gives me a short kiss and then continues to the bathroom.

Am dreaming? Ares is being cute after having sex, is he okay? Did he hit his head on a rock?

After using Ares' phone to let Dani know that I'm fine, we go downstairs, I can't help my nerves. I know Ares's group of friends but I'm not very familiar with them. The only time we've hung out wasn't exactly perfect. I clearly remember how I danced for Marco, Ares's jealousy, Luis and Gregory's laughter.

My hair is in a bun, and I feel a bit uncomfortable in Marco's clothes but Ares assured me that we would only go to a place where people are dressed as they want because generally on Saturdays it's people who have partied all Friday night.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs, the first thing I see is Luis, sitting on the sofa massaging his forehead. Gregory is lying on the large piece of furniture, with his forearm over his eyes, the brunette I saw last night is sitting next to him, rubbing his back. Marco is standing by the fireplace, with his hands crossed over his chest. His eyes meet mine and a crooked smile forms on his lips.

Everyone has sunglasses on their hair, I think they are ready to wear them as soon as we go out.

"Finally" Luis stands up, "I am starving."

The brunette looks at me from head to toe and I can predict that she will not like me. In fact, I think she already hates me without knowing me. I don't care.

Gregory looks up, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

I wave at him, "Hi."

"Let's go," Marco says and passes us by to go to the door.

I'm surprised to see how neat and clean the living room is. I remember the mess last night, how come they clean so fast?

We all head outside, and Ares guides me to his truck, I remember the day he went to pick up Apollo from school. He gets in and I do the same, immediately the smell of him and vanilla fragrance hits my nose. It is a beautiful and modern truck, but it is nothing compared to the driver.

Ares puts on his sunglasses and he looks like a model ready for a photoshoot. He is wearing a white shirt -probably borrowed from Marco- and jeans. On his right hand, a cute watch adorns his wrist. He starts the truck and turns to me, and I look away. He catches me staring at him like an idiot.

"I told them we'd catch up with them later," he informs me, starting to drive, "Because we have to go to a place first."

My eyebrows meet in surprise, "What place?"

Ares licks his lower lip, "The pharmacy."

"Oh," I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, "Sure."

This is not going to be uncomfortable at all. I play with my hands on my lap. Ares puts on some music and I just watch the houses pass through the window.

Tell me a story...

I squint when the memory of being attached to Ares, begging him to tell me a story comes to me. Did that happen last night?

I turn to him and watch him drive, how can you look so sexy doing something as simple as driving? The way his arm muscles contract when he flips the lever, and the confidence with which he steers the steering wheel makes him look irresistible. It makes me want to climb on top of him and kiss him.

He parks at the pharmacy but he doesn't turn off the engine, "I'll be right back, wait here."

"Oh, you're going?"

He nods, "It's a small town, I don't want them gossiping about you."

His words melt my heart, I can only smile at him, "Who are you and what did you do with the idiotic Greek God I knew?"

He shakes his head, laughing, "Don't summon him, he's still out there somewhere."

He closes the door and goes to the pharmacy. I sigh like a fool, I don't want this day to end, I don't want to get away from him because I'm afraid that if we separate when I sees him again, he will be the same idiot from before.

His phone rings and I ignore it, although curiosity is killing me. It's just a text, I lean over his seat to glance at the screen.

It's a text from Sammy.

Jealousy fills me but I control myself, taking a few deep breaths. The phone rings again and it's another text from her. Unable to avoid it, I extend my hand to take the phone but change my mind. I can't do that. I wait patiently.

Ares returns with a bag, and gets into the truck, "Take it after breakfast, it's not good if you take it with nothing on your stomach."

"Yes sir," I say smiling, "You already sound like a doctor."

He tenses, as if he has forgotten that he told me about his dream of being a doctor.

We leave the parking lot and his phone rings again, he just looks at the screen and ignores it. How cold.

I can't control my mouth, "Won't you check your phone?"

"While driving?"

I don't say anything and I feel the need to ask him what all this is, what are we? Why is he being so nice to me? I remember his words from last night, about him not being able to say what he felt but he could show it to me, is that what this is about? Is he trying to show me that he cares?

"Ares..."

"Huh?"

"I..." I love you, I love you, "Eh... nothing."

I just stare at him like a fool while he drives the rest of the way.

My obsession...

My beautiful Greek God.

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Author's note: Hi, everyone. I've been a little sick. Hope you enjoy the chapters.

I wanted to share one of the many cool trailers people have made for A traves de mi ventana (Across my window) People have made so many cool stuff for the book that I hope to share with you more. 

https://youtu.be/VDIaTezXg9A

Thank you!