Passions of New Pompeii (5 page)

She wasn’t fooled by his bravado. Adrenaline
might have ushered him past the pain in the arena, but it must have
hurt like hell when the wound was stitched. There were no
anesthetics in New Pompeii.

Dismissing the tangent with a soft sigh, she
moved on to his tapered back and tight, round ass. He stood still
and let her explore, following her with his gaze. She marveled at
the corded muscle beneath his satin-smooth skin.

“Does my body please you?” The hoarse catch
in his voice surprised her. Was he fishing for compliments or
fighting for control?

She pressed her breasts against his back and
wrapped her arms around his lean waist. “Looking at you makes me
tingle. How do you think touching you is affecting me?”

“I am about to find out, so you better finish
your exploration.”

Easing her hand lower and lower, she wrapped
her fingers around his cock. “Oh my. Now this requires a closer
inspection.” She slipped around his side and faced him, biting her
lower lip as she gazed at her prize. “Very nice.” He was hard and
long and thick. Her hand pumped him with slow, steady strokes as
she imagined him moving deep inside her. He would stretch her inner
walls until she groaned and fill her more completely than she’d
ever been filled before.

A bead of liquid formed at the tip. She
caught it with her thumb and smoothed it over the sloping crown. He
tensed, his breaths coming fast and shallow.

“No you don’t.” He caught her wrist and
dragged her hand away from his shaft. “Tonight is about your
pleasure.”

“That was giving me pleasure.”

He ignored her protest and urged her back
onto the bed. She sat on the edge and he knelt on the floor between
her legs. With one hand cupping her breast and the other tangled in
her hair, he brought their mouths together for a feverish kiss.

She opened to him, tilting her head and
encouraging the bold thrust of his tongue. His lips were firm, his
tongue hot as it slid against and curled around hers. His breath
streamed into her mouth, offering his scent and enhancing his
taste. She crossed her ankles behind him, pulling herself closer to
the heat of his body. Reality blurred and sensations intensified.
She felt open and empty, ready to be filled, needing him deep
inside.

He rolled her nipple, pressing and pulling
until the tip was pebble hard between his fingers. Leaving one side
aching for more attention, he moved to the other and worked its
crest into a hard little point. She fidgeted and wiggled,
helplessly following his hand. She wanted the hot, wet pull of his
mouth, but she didn’t want to end their intoxicating kisses.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered against
her kiss-swollen lips.

“You need more than one mouth.”

Fierce possessiveness erupted in his gaze
even as he said, “This night is about your pleasure. If you need
more than one mouth to fulfill—”

“That’s not what I meant.” She pressed her
hand against the side of his face and caressed his lower lip with
her thumb. “You’re more than enough for me. I just didn’t want to
stop kissing you, but I want to feel this incredible mouth other
places too.”

He nipped her thumb, his lips curving in a
sexy smile. “Which other places?”

As if to prompt her answer, her nipples
tingled. “I’ll leave it up to you.”

His fingers pushed into the back of her hair
and carefully pulled her head back. “If you want my mouth on your
body, you must ask.”

Excitement tumbled through her at his stern
tone. His eyes flashed carnal demand as he slowly licked his lips.
“My nipples,” she whispered. “Please, suck on my nipples.”

His lips fastened onto one nipple, and her
breath caught in her throat. He sucked her with firm, deep pulls.
His tongue teased the tip while his lips pulled her flesh deeper
into his mouth. She clung to his shoulders and surrendered to the
sensations. He shifted to her other breast. Heat darted from her
breast to the apex of her thighs, releasing anticipation like a
lava flow.

“Lie back,” he urged, steadying her as she
obeyed. Lifting her ankle to his shoulder, he stroked her smooth
calf. “Are your people naturally hairless?”

She shook her head, her throat so tight she
could barely speak. “Many of us choose to remove our body hair. I
like how it looks and feels.”

He caressed her from ankle to hip. “I agree.
Your skin is incredibly soft.” His large, calloused hand moved with
amazing care. How could such a brutal man be so gentle? His fingers
feathered their way up her inner thigh and she trembled. Already
tension gathered deep in her belly and rippled through her core. He
paused. His gaze fixed on her sex then his hand pressed over her
mound. “And here. Would you like to feel my mouth here? Will you
come if I push my tongue inside you?”

“Please.” She arched toward his mouth,
craving the pleasure he described.

“Please, what?” He draped her other leg over
his shoulder and rotated both knees out, making plenty of room for
him between her thighs. “Tell me what you want,
amor
. I need
to hear it.”

“Lick my clit and fuck me with your tongue. I
want your mouth on my pussy.”

His gaze narrowed on her face then lowered to
her sex. “I understand fuck, but ‘clit’ and ‘pussy’ are not known
to me.”

If Laetif’s lessons hadn’t included sexual
euphemisms, it was less likely they’d been lovers. Relief washed
over Elaina and she smiled. Despite their pledge to live in the
moment, thinking of him with anyone else was surprisingly
upsetting. “You’re looking at my pussy,” she supplied. “Some prefer
cunt or vagina or core.”

“Cunt?” He traced her slit, hesitating at the
mouth of her passage. “There is stark carnality in the word, but
you are much too pretty to be a cunt.”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his
unusual phrasing. “Thank you, I guess.” His middle finger pushed
deeper and she closed her eyes, savoring the slight fullness.

“So hot and already wet.” He rotated his hand
and added a second finger, fucking her with slow, shallow thrusts.
“Has there been anyone since your husband? How long has it
been?”

She opened her eyes and shook her head. “No
pasts. Remember?”

“I apologize.” Pushing deep with his fingers,
he reached up with his thumb. “Is this your clit?”

His light circular motion made her gasp and
shiver. “Yes! Oh yes.”

He lowered his head and replaced his thumb
with his tongue. His tongue was softer and slicker, sliding around
her sensitive nub with tender skill. He shuttled his fingers in and
out of her pussy, quickly building her banked desire.

She pushed onto his fingers and ground
herself against his mouth, uncaring that it made her seem
desperate. Hotter and tighter, the sensations built. Emboldened by
the frenzy, she cupped her breasts and tossed her head from side to
side.

Acting purely on instinct, she caught her
nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a careful
pinch. Her clit twitched in response to the unexpected spike in
sensation. She squeezed again and her core contracted around his
fingers. He fucked her faster, curling his fingers so they dragged
the front wall of her passage.

His lips closed around her clit and gently
sucked. Her hips came up off the bed as pleasure exploded inside
her. He prolonged her release with his mouth and his fingers,
keeping the spasms going as long as possible. She rode the cresting
waves, lost to everything but the pleasure he gave her.

Theos pushed to his feet and positioned his
cock at the opening of Elaina’s passage. Her legs slid off his
shoulders, catching in the bend of his elbow as he leaned over her
flushed body. “Look at me.” Her gaze was still a bit foggy, but she
looked into his eyes. “Know who fills you. Know who fucks you.”

Her lips parted and her breath escaped in a
soft gasp as he pushed into her wet pussy. The snug tunnel closed
around him as he slowly advanced. He gritted his teeth against the
blissful pressure, suppressing his need to ram home and ride her
hard.

“Say my name.” His voice was so gruff he
barely recognized the sound.

“Theos.”

She reached for his face but he warned her
back with an agitated shake of his head. “Arms above your head! Do
not touch me.” He could barely remember the last time he’d allowed
himself fleshly pleasures. It was taking all his control just to
enter her slowly. Maintaining his gradual entry, he didn’t stop
until his entire length was buried inside her tight passage. Then
he blew out a shaky breath and widened his stance. “Hold your legs.
I need my hands.”

Her lips parted, as if she would argue, then
she grasped the back of her knees. He slipped his arms out from
under her legs, his gaze locked with hers. Females expected him to
be as savage and demanding in the bedroom as he was in the arena.
Part of him craved control. He was never completely satisfied
unless his partner surrendered, but he took great pleasure in
contradicting their expectations.

He straightened, pulling her closer to keep
their bodies joined. Grasping her hips, he adjusted her pelvis to a
more natural angle before caressing his way up to her breasts.

“Theos,” she whispered. “You’re driving me
crazy. Move already!”

He caught her nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, and pinched. She twisted away from the sudden sting,
but he had already loosened his grip. “You do not command me. I
will move when I am ready to move.” His fingers tightened just a
bit. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” While he worked her nipples with one
hand, he slipped the other between their bodies and covered her
clit with his thumb. “Look at me. Share with me your pleasure. I
want to watch you find release.”

“I don’t think I can come like that,” she
murmured, but her hot little core squeezed him tighter with each
pass of his thumb.

He stared into her eyes, amazed by the beauty
of her pleasure. The bright green darkened, turning smoky and deep.
Her body was responsive and ripe, but her face cast a thrall so
powerful he could not look away.

She cried out, her back bowing as her pussy
clenched him with rhythmic spasms. Unable to ignore his own need
any longer, he drew back and drove deep, propelling her to an even
higher peak. He slipped his hands beneath her ass and raised her
into each downward stroke.

Her taste lingered in his mouth, stirring
instincts he did not understand. His hips rocked with long, steady
strokes while his fingers dug into her resilient flesh. He needed
more of her, all of her. He wanted to fuck her so hard and so well
she would never think of another man.

His balls burned with the need to spew, but
he fought back the urge, not yet ready to end their encounter.
Instead, he thrust deep and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Grab me tight.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and
he crawled onto the bed, repositioning her near the middle of the
large mattress. Her legs loosened, drawing up against his sides. He
slipped one arm beneath her neck and braced himself with the other
as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts.

Without prompting, she raised her arms over
her head and grasped her wrists. Her lips parted as his head
descended, and Theos groaned. Her willing submission thrilled him,
feeding the possessive fire raging within him.

He thrust harder, slamming his full length
into her with each desperate stroke. She cried out and shuddered
violently, her inner muscles beckoning him to join her in
release.

His mouth settled over hers, tongue echoing
the motion of his cock. Her nipples grazed his chest and her thighs
squeezed his sides. She felt soft and fragile beneath him, but he
couldn’t temper the ferocity of his desire. She hugged him with her
legs, her mouth and her pussy, her response as demanding as his
desire.

It felt so perfect, so— She was his master’s
sister! It did not matter how wonderful it felt. He was a means to
an end for his master and a night’s entertainment for Elaina.

The fantasy slipped away, taking with it the
surreal perfection. He thrust deep one last time, clutching her to
his chest as he pumped his seed deep inside her. The shallow bursts
of pleasure were a hollow imitation of what should have been. She
arched beneath him, her lovely features tight with release. Her
pussy stubbornly milked him, each strong contraction driving the
fantasy farther from his mind.

She relaxed with a sigh, a dreamy smile
curving her lips.

Theos carefully separated their bodies and
crawled off the bed. His master should be pleased. The lady
certainly seemed satisfied.

“Are you all right?”

He glanced over his shoulder and stifled a
groan. She rested on her side, naked and unashamed, the very
picture of post-coital bliss. “If you are finished with me, I would
like to return to the barracks.”

Elaina scrambled off the bed and snatched her
tunic off the floor. “If I’m finished with you?” She motioned to
the rumpled bed as hurt coiled through her chest. “This is not why
I had you summoned. This…just happened.”

“Are you certain?” The warm challenge she had
found so endearing before had been replaced by cold sarcasm. “My
performance in the arena was so stimulating you had me brought to
your bed chamber so we could talk?” He retrieved his tunic and
shrugged into the garment, his expressionless mask firmly in place.
“Will there be anything else?”

“Theos.” She heard the pathetic cry in her
own tone and took a deep, calming breath. He was a slave. Of course
he thought she would use him for her own pleasure and casually walk
away. His only defense was emotional distance. “Our bargain is only
half fulfilled.”

His dark gaze flew to hers and his hands
clenched at his sides. “You can tell all your friends you fucked a
gladiator. There is no reason for such nonsense now.”