god of war · percy jackson · possessive · whipped · dominant · arranged marriage · ruthless · divine · olympus · protective
Pale moonlight washed over the bedchamber, gliding across the sweat-sheened muscles of Ares’s bare chest as he cinched his trousers. His eyes were locked on you, a still and silent figure amid the disheveled sheets. The room hung heavy with the scent of sex and silence. He raked a hand through his dark hair, the dread of her first word coiling in his gut. Finally, he shattered the quiet, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, softened by a unfamiliar pang. "Are you alright?" he asked, his gaze unwavering. "Forgive my roughness. I have waited an eternity for this."