Ares POV

　　Turning to face her fully, I reach out to gently touch her neck, my actions a silent reassurance of my affection and concern for her well-being.

　　In a moment of unexpected impulse, I find myself kissing her lips, and to my surprise, she responds eagerly, her breaths heavy and her hands urging me closer. My hands instinctively find their place on her waist as I deepen the kiss, the sensation unfamiliar yet undeniably exhilarating.

　　It's the first time I've kissed her so passionately, and her lips taste different, igniting a fire within me. With my eyes closed, I'm fully immersed in the moment, compelled to continue despite my lingering reservations. I may not feel entirely ready, but I refuse to let fear hold me back any longer.

　　As the kiss progresses, I feel her responding to my touch, her moans of pleasure filling the air as my lips trail down to her neck. At this moment, I realize that I want her to be my first, my heart racing with anticipation as our desires intertwine in a rush of passion. As her voice fills the air with a beauty I've only just discovered, a surge of desire courses through me.

　　My lips trail down to her cleavage, my hands deftly tugging at her waistband, eager to explore every inch of her. With gentle insistence, I slip my fingers between her thighs, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips as I continue to lavish attention on her.

　　Meanwhile, my other hand wastes no time in removing her bra, discarding it without a second thought as I'm consumed by the intensity of the moment.

　　As she breathes heavily, her body trembling beneath my touch, I feel a rush of excitement coursing through me.

　　"Oh shit," My fingers continue to rub her clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips as she surrenders to the sensations washing over her.

　　With my face buried in her beautiful bosom, I whisper, "This is going to be my first," the words heavy with anticipation and desire as I eagerly explore new territories with her.

　　"It's also mine," she moaned loudly as I hit the spot of her pleasure.

　　Feeling her response to my touch intensify, I press my lips against hers once more, attempting to stifle her moans with a kiss. She eagerly returns the kiss, her thighs trembling as our movements become more urgent.

　　As she attempts to pull my pants down, I pause, realizing the gravity of the moment. With a sense of restraint, I gently stop her, lying down beside her fully clothed while she remains completely naked, her vulnerability laid bare in the dim light of the room.

　　"What are you doing?"

　　"Blaire," I whispered, attempting to steady my racing thoughts.

　　Taking my hand, she surprises me by licking it, savoring her taste with a tantalizing flick of her tongue.

　　"Don't you want me to join you?" she questions, her voice laden with desire as she leans in closer.

　　"No," I respond, my voice firm but gentle, conveying my reluctance without aggression.

　　At that moment, I'm overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions. While part of me is drawn to Blaire and the intimacy we share, another part resists, hesitating to take such a significant step. Despite the desires that simmer between us, I can't shake the feeling that I'm not ready, that there's still something holding me back.

　　As Blaire wraps herself in the blanket, I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. She deserves my honesty, yet I struggle to find the right words to explain my hesitation. We sit in silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging heavy in the air, our gazes meeting in a silent exchange of understanding and uncertainty.

　　"What's wrong?" Blaire's voice breaks the silence, her concern evident in her tone.

　　I meet her gaze, the weight of my conflicted emotions reflected in my eyes. "Everything," I reply softly, my words heavy with the weight of my uncertainty.

　　She laughs, though there's a hint of confusion in her expression. "What the hell are you talking about?" she asks, her laughter masking the deeper complexities of the situation.

　　"We're supposed to do this! It's not wrong!" Blaire's voice carries a hint of anger, her eyes flashing with rage as she confronts me.

　　Her jaw clenches tightly as she continues, her words sharp with frustration. "What do you expect from me? Did you marry me just for the sake of your people? What about me and my people?" Her questions hang in the air, challenging me to confront the complexities of our relationship and the motivations behind our union.

　　I feel a pang of discomfort at her words. "I don't like that question," I admit, my voice betraying a hint of defensiveness.

　　"Nevertheless, you still have to answer me," she insists, her tone unwavering as she demands honesty and accountability.

　　Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for what I'm about to say. "That's right," I admit, the words heavy with truth and regret. "I only married you for the alliance. I never liked you, Blaire, not in any form," I confess, knowing that my honesty may wound her deeply.

　　"But I've come to realize that I've learned to love you," I continue, my voice softer now, laced with sincerity.