Seduced by the Gladiator(52)

I wanted more.

“Greedy woman.” He pulled back, and I sucked in a breath. He slid back in, faster this time, but still not at the pounding rhythm that I desired.

“More.” I could barely hear my own voice over the pants of my breath. “More. I want more.”

A low sound, a dark one, emanated from the depths of his throat. Bending over me fully, his hands covering my own, he began to thrust, still not as hard or as fast as he would have done in my cunt, but enough to turn places in my body that I had not even known existed to flame.

And yet I could still think . . . even through all of that sensation, I could think. And so I panted out the word again, asking for more.

His return groan was more than a little wicked to my ears.

“Spread your legs.” I did, as best as I could, straining to stand on the tips of my toes. Grunting, he lifted me so that my weight was fully resting on my torso, which was pressed against the table.

My feet dangled inches off of the floor, and with nothing to gain purchase on, I was at his mercy. Instead of frightening me as it once would have done, I found that it thrilled me to my very core.

One of his hands splayed flat across my stomach, then moved down, and down more. His other hand followed. One began to work on the taut nub of my clit, circling around and around the engorged flesh, but never actually touching it. My mouth opened soundlessly as the sensation caused me to begin to shake.

His other hand dipped between my thighs, one finger sampling the wetness between my wide-open legs.

“Fuck.” There was no other word that I could utter at that moment. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yes.” His voice was low and guttural as a second finger filled me, stretched me. “Yes. Take everything that I give you.”

I rocked on the table, but could not otherwise move. I felt the table, cool against the puckered skin of my breasts. I felt the teasing touches on my clit, which kept taking me to the edge of that pleasurable wave before drawing back again.

I felt a third finger added to the tight heat that was my cunt, stretching me, forcing me to accept its girth.

And I felt the slow yet relentless slides of my lover’s cock in my ass, possessing me in a manner in which I had never been before.

In that moment, as all of the pleasure gathered, sparking brightly along my skin, I found that I could still think, but only one thought made its way to the forefront of my mind.

I belonged to this man. Heart, body, soul if I still had one, I was his.

I moaned, long and loud, when as if in response to my realization, he picked up his speed. His hips hit against the jut of my tailbone harder and more frequently. I lifted my ass higher in the air with each thrust, not wanting to miss a single whisper of our joining.

The hand inside of my cunt moved faster, too, fucking me relentlessly. The finger circling my clit began to apply pressure to the engorged flesh itself, bringing lights dancing before my eyes.

I could not have stopped the floodgates if I had been offered never-ending life, not when I had been so thoroughly possessed by Christus. I screamed, the sound reverberating off the dingy walls of the tiny room.

I cared not who heard.

Christus muttered words softly against my neck as every muscle in my body spasmed against him, around him. I heard the pace of his breath quicken, felt the rock-solid muscles of his thighs beneath my bottom tense and quiver.

“Come with me.” I squeezed the muscle inside of me and he shouted. Thrusting fully into me, both cock and fingers, he cried out yet again as shudders of delight wracked his own body.

The heavy weight of his testicles bumped against my screaming clit as he thrust and thrust again, emptying himself inside of me. The light pressure on flesh that had been teased without mercy set me off again, a smaller but no less intense jolt of pleasure.

I moaned through it, succumbing to the sensation, the complete feeling of possession.

We stayed as we were for what felt like hours, though was in actuality probably only minutes. Our breath mingled in the air, rasping hard and heavy.

Slowly, Christus put his hands on my hips and pulled, sliding me back down until I could place my own feet on the floor. Planting a kiss in the dip between my shoulder blades, he brought the fingers that had fucked my cunt up to trace over my cheek. I turned my head, watching as he ran his tongue over the tips and tasted the essence that was me.

Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tugged, pulling my head back until I had no choice but to look at him. His cock was still inside of me, my muscles had turned to jelly, but what I saw in his eyes sent me flying.

“You, Lilia.” He tugged at my hair again, and I purred, low in my throat. I knew now that I loved this man, and while that feeling would cause me great pain in the days to come, right then I reveled in the feeling and in the moment.