A smirk covered her mouth when she thought of Ares, that son of a bitch brother of hers. She was completely convinced that he intended for her to stay...there, a prisoner after she had fought fo him.Then her thoughts switched back to the battle she'd had with Ephus. What in the hell had been that almost overwhelming compulsion? Never had she felt as she had when she was fighting him, even Ares hadn't stirred her like that.A whoosh of power in front of the bars caught her attention. There stood. Although I knew the answer because I could feel his cock getting harder against me. I started to kiss him deeper and putting my tongue into his mouth and he started to reciprocate. My hand started to wander down unbuttoning his shirt then rubbing my hand across his large chest.We moved towards the bed and I took off his shirt then started to place kisses down his neck and down his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples and moving down kissing his stomach and feeling his six-pack. I sat down. ’ ‘Langdon, look at me.’ She tried to focus on the doctor but her vision was swimming. ‘Langdon, it is 2009. You fell through the ice on the Liffey. You hit your head. You are obviously suffering from some mild amnesia.’ Langdon gulped air. She could feel Connor trying to soothe her, but it was only grating on her already desperately frayed nerves. Why did he keep touching her like that? ‘Langdon, you need to calm down.’ ‘T-two y-y-years?’ she stuttered between breaths. ‘I… I c-can’t… t-two. The tall, tanned youth, writhed in his bonds as he was flooded with cold. Teeth gritted. Toes curling, finger nails digging into the plasticised wrist-rests of the chair, head shaking as far as it could within the limits of his neck restraint. I liked to watch him when the bag was fully emptied deep into his man passages. Watch his eyes follow me around the room, watch him waiting for signs that I was about to turn on the tap to allow his evacuation, watch his cheeks puff read. Watch his.