Seduced by the Gladiator(23)

“Oh. Oh.” I could hear the surprise in my voice as Christus began to gently stroke through the soft hair that covered my cleft. His breath hissed out as I shifted, my hips moving into the touch without thought on my part.

“Be still.” His voice was firm, and I blinked, part of me not sure that I liked to be told what to do. But if those light, stroking touches felt so good, what other pleasure could he bring to me?

The featherlight touches increased in pressure just the slightest bit, and then a bit more. I could feel the blood rushing to my pussy, causing terrible excitement to gather there. I tensed with the onslaught, and when he finally worked one finger between my moist folds, grazing it over my clitoris, I gasped, then clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the noise.

Christus stilled his finger, though he did not remove the pressure. As I perched on the edge of the tub, I stared down at him with panic, both craving more of his touch and terrified that we were about to be found out because of my exclamation.

He shifted as he knelt in the water of the tub, and the liquid splashed gently.

“The men are all at their meal. And Darius watches them.” The words were murmured against my inner thigh. Though I was still nervous, the possibility of the pleasure that I had been promised won out.

“I—I don’t—”

Christus began to move his finger again, now avoiding my clit, deliberately I thought. Instead he inserted the tip inside my heated channel, groaning aloud when he found me wet and wanting.

Embarrassed, I ducked my head, feeling my cheeks turn the red of fruit. With his free hand he reached up to stroke over the curve of my cheek, at the same time working his other finger in and out of me just that small bit.

I could not pretend that I was not excited, even as I continued to blush.

“It pleases me to bring someone as pure as you pleasure.” When he called me pure, my head snapped back, my eyes wide open, emotions running hot and heavy through my veins.

“I am not anywhere close to pure, Christus. I thought you understood this.” Memories came with the words, and I fought them away, unwilling to let them taint the moment.

Christus smiled grimly, then in one smooth motion inserted his finger fully inside of me. I gripped the edges of the wooden bath until my knuckles turned white.

“Having physical acts forced upon you does not take away from your purity, Lilia. I know this better than most.” His eyes darkening, he gripped my hip with his free hand and began to work his finger in and out of me. “And I suspect that no one has ever shown you the pure pleasure that can be had between two people who mutually consent to it.”

I could not speak, for all of my attention was forced on his finger, which was working in and out of me in a steady rhythm. My clit throbbed, desperate for the same touch.

“I do not know how you can think that I am pure. I have been touched by more hands than you can imagine. I have killed. I will kill again.” It was important to me that he know these things before we went any further.

Again that formidable smile appeared. I gasped when, with one quick motion, he removed his finger and pulled me from the edge of the bath. I landed in the heated water beside him with a splash, droplets peppering my face and hair.

“Perhaps you are trying to convince me that you do not need to be treated with gentleness.” His words were a growl, and as he spoke, he reached down and clasped my calves. Strong hands guided my legs around his waist with sure movements, even as he took care to avoid my injured ankle.

Before I could catch my breath, I found my back pressed against the wooden slats of the tub, the hardness of his cock pressed against my entrance.

My insides liquefied. This, I could wrap my thoughts around—two bodies finding heat in each other. The gentleness, the kindness, had been too much, but this . . .

This was what I wanted.

I arched my hips, and felt the swollen head of his cock slip inside of me. I inhaled sharply, my fingers digging into his shoulders, where I held tightly for support.

“Be sure.” Christus pressed his forehead against my own, then brushed his lips against mine. I sank my teeth into the corded muscle of his neck in response, felt his erection jerk inside of me in response.

“I am sure.” I had barely finished speaking when he had seated himself inside of me, his action hard yet not rough. I exhaled equally hard, stilling for a moment to adjust myself to the strange sensation of him inside of me. Muscles that had long gone unused stretched to accommodate his length, his girth, and I felt liquid heat pool in anticipation of what was to come.

“Are you all right?” Turning his head, his voice unsteady, Christus lowered his hands to the globes of my ass and squeezed.