At last, a thousand wounds later, he grinned up at me, blood smeared around his lips and chin. "You want to kill me, don't you? I'm looking forward to feeling that anger inside me." With a laugh, he laid one hot hand on my bloody, stinging hip, shooting that familiar healing warmth through me. Then the god rose to his feet and pulled off his vest, deliberately provoking me with the sight of his sweat-soaked golden skin. "I bet you'd like to see what I've done," Ares said with a smirk.
--Ares to Caesar, Triumvirate
This gorgeous pencil drawing was made by Selursera, and is not to be reproduced without her permission.