"That is going to happen," said Ares, with a surety born of immense confidence in his own masculine presence. Any woman who didn't want him was probably a lesbian, and even then, just needed a good cock up them to be convinced.
He ran a good line in looming over women to make them feel the strength of him. He took a swallow of wine and then kissed her again, and reached out to the hem of her dress to draw it upwards. He could just take her right here, on the kitchen island, without either of them really undressing, but he liked to be nude at the best of times, and he liked to see who he was doing. "How much do you like that dress?"