Seduced by the Gladiator(65)

I felt tension building in the pit of my belly. I needed . . . oh, I just needed . . .

Pulling his tongue from my cleft, he swiped it over the engorged nub of my clit, which was held captive between his thumbs. The rough caress added the last edge to my need, and I felt the now familiar rush of pleasure that he and he alone could pull from me, washing over me like a wave.

I cried out as my body trembled, the sound echoing off of the walls.

“Now.” Slipping a hand between the stone and the small of my back, he urged me up to sit, then lifted me back down into the water, with him. With sure movements he pinned me against the edge of the pool, the rock at my back, and his hard body at my front.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He was inside of me before I could lock my ankles behind him, and I sighed with pleasure as the head of his cock parted my folds, the flesh still sensitive from his attentions.

“Christus. Please. I need you.” I tried to arch my hips, to take him deeper inside of me, but he had my hips in his hands, and would not allow me to set the pace. Pressing his forehead to my own, he stared into my eyes as he slowly, slowly slid his cock inside of my fevered cunt.

He moved so slowly that I wanted to scream. When he had fully seated himself, I shuddered, the pleasure at being filled wracking my body.

It was still not enough.

“More.” My nails clawed at his back. I sensed that he wanted to go slowly, that he wanted to demonstrate some level of caring on his part, even if he had not yet said the words. I could not handle the slow loving. I craved the heat that I knew could be created between us. Sliding my hands down, I dug my fingers into the rock-hard globes of his ass, pulling at the flesh there.

“Now. Please.” I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes when he heard the intensity in my tone, felt the need in my touch, but an answering surge of need showed on his face. “Fuck me. Hard. Now.”

He fisted a hand in my hair and tugged, hard. Sparks shot over my scalp, but I loved the way he made me look up into his face.

“I love you, Lilia the fierce.” He tugged again, to emphasize the point. “I love you.”

Unexpected tears pricked at the backs of my eyes—I did not like to cry, but I welcomed this rush of wet because of what had brought it. Then the sensation was gone, and I found myself clinging to his shoulders for my life as he began to fuck me as hard as I had begged him for.

I hissed between my teeth, then bit into his neck. My legs around his waist allowed him nothing but shallow thrusts into my heat, but he used all of his raw strength, holding nothing back. I reveled in the sensation—he knew that I was not delicate, that I could take whatever he had to give.

“Fuck.” The word was uttered as an oath, his movements coming ever faster and harder. “Lilia. I will not last.”

“Harder.” The noise was sibilant, and I threw my head back, my eyes closed in ecstasy. “I want it all.”

Sliding a hand through the water, he pressed a finger to my opening as he continued to love inside of me. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his face was tense with concentration. He was holding back, trying to last, and I discovered why as he slowly worked a finger along the shaft of his cock, inside of me.

“Fuck!” I was not prepared for the added tightness, the fullness, of that finger and the already wide girth of his cock. It stretched me, pulled the skin from my ass to my cunt tighter than it had ever been before. He slammed into me repeatedly, his finger working deeper with every movement, and I could not stop the scream.

“Fuck!” Climax came fast and hard, a blow from a whip. My flesh rippled, clutching at Christus’ finger and cock, sucking at him with greedy swallows. He shouted as he pressed forward into me one final time, and I felt liquid heat shoot inside of me, burning me, branding me as his.

I shuddered as he held me tightly, tiny tremors rippling through us both. Never had I felt something so intense, and I was not certain that I could survive the experience again.

“Lilia.” Instead of a curse, my name on his lips was a caress. Slowly he pulled back, easing himself out of me. I cried out softly when the friction caused by his finger and cock dragging over my flesh sent another, smaller, wash of pleasure through my system.

I could not meet his eyes. I was overwhelmed. I loved him, and he loved me.

For that moment, that one moment, my life was perfect, something that I had never expected it to be.



I drank in the sensation of lying in Christus’ arms. The steam from the water kept me warm, despite being in nothing but my skin. Lazily I rolled over, feeling so far removed from my real life that my entire past could have been a dream.

“Will you tell me now, Christus?” He rolled with me, pulling me back against him. His spent cock nestled at the juncture of my thighs, and I smiled sleepily and with contentment.