her back as he began to fuck her faster and faster. She felt his balls slapping against her slit, giving her another buzz of enjoyment. Blaine leaned forward so that he could nibble at her ear, then further again so that he could kiss her as she turned to look at him. She tasted her own juices on his lips, and the taste was sweet and exotic. His hands were underneath her now, reaching for her breasts and groping her soft flesh. When his hands touched her nipples, the feeling was too much and she could contain her orgasm no longer. Her hands gripped fiercely at the blankets as she climaxed, her face contorted in an explosion of ecstasy.
No sooner had her orgasm subsided than Blaine was grabbing her hips to change position. He slid out of her, then pulled her upwards so she was on her knees on the bed, her butt facing backwards, her elbows and face still down in the blankets. She felt his hands exploring her buttocks, and then one hand sliding between them to explore her wet, pink folds.
‘My God, you look so sexy,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what the hell is wrong with those Roman men. One of them should have swept you off your feet by now. I would have. But I’m glad they didn’t, because it means that you are mine to take – right here, right now.’
‘Yes, Blaine…I want you to take me. I want to feel all of your manhood inside me. I want you to fuck me like a savage Scot.’
Sabina heard him chuckle. ‘OK, Mediterranean girl, let me show you how warriors fuck their women around here. I bet you won’t find anything to match this experience anywhere in Rome.’
Well, he was right about that. There was no foreplay or preparation this time. Blaine plunged his cock deep into Sabina’s pussy, taking her with a force that surprised her so much she couldn’t help but swear.
‘Fuck!’
Blaine seemed to take that as an instruction, and started to impale her on his tool with a passion that literally took her breath away, leaving her gasping to keep up. He felt so deep now, right up inside her again and again. He was stimulating nerve endings in whole new places, and doing it harder and faster than she had imagined possible. But it all felt so good, so savage, so natural. So good that it was not long before another climax began building up inside her. She felt herself coming closer and closer to the edge, until finally her body was spasming with the kaleidoscopic energy of another orgasm.
But she didn’t come alone. Just as she reached her own peak, she felt Blaine coming, too. He gave a roar that she had not heard before, the growl of a warrior king achieving satisfaction inside the woman he desired. He rammed his dick deep inside her, clutching her hips and pulling her to him. He held her tight until he had delivered every last drop of his seed. And then the two of them fell back on the bed, drained of their need, but full of the desire to be together.
***
Eithne crouched outside the roundhouse and listened through the thatch. There was no window to peer through, but she didn’t need one to know exactly what was going on inside. The grunts, groans and screams told her everything she needed to know. She was livid, absolutely livid. Blaine was fucking that damned Roman bitch right under her nose. The man that was rightfully hers was pleasuring himself with the enemy.
What a betrayal.
Eithne stormed away, tears streaming down her face. She was upset, angry and heartbroken all at once. Now she hated Blaine. No, she hated that damned Roman bitch more. Heck, she hated both of them with every bone in her body.
And she would have her revenge, whether in this life or the next. But sooner would be a whole lot better than later. Eithne stormed across the village, a tumble of thoughts fighting over each other in her mind. She knew how to get her revenge. The thought that had just been an idea the night before was now crystallizing in her mind as a plan of action.
She would take them both down, and to hell with
No sooner had her orgasm subsided than Blaine was grabbing her hips to change position. He slid out of her, then pulled her upwards so she was on her knees on the bed, her butt facing backwards, her elbows and face still down in the blankets. She felt his hands exploring her buttocks, and then one hand sliding between them to explore her wet, pink folds.
‘My God, you look so sexy,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what the hell is wrong with those Roman men. One of them should have swept you off your feet by now. I would have. But I’m glad they didn’t, because it means that you are mine to take – right here, right now.’
‘Yes, Blaine…I want you to take me. I want to feel all of your manhood inside me. I want you to fuck me like a savage Scot.’
Sabina heard him chuckle. ‘OK, Mediterranean girl, let me show you how warriors fuck their women around here. I bet you won’t find anything to match this experience anywhere in Rome.’
Well, he was right about that. There was no foreplay or preparation this time. Blaine plunged his cock deep into Sabina’s pussy, taking her with a force that surprised her so much she couldn’t help but swear.
‘Fuck!’
Blaine seemed to take that as an instruction, and started to impale her on his tool with a passion that literally took her breath away, leaving her gasping to keep up. He felt so deep now, right up inside her again and again. He was stimulating nerve endings in whole new places, and doing it harder and faster than she had imagined possible. But it all felt so good, so savage, so natural. So good that it was not long before another climax began building up inside her. She felt herself coming closer and closer to the edge, until finally her body was spasming with the kaleidoscopic energy of another orgasm.
But she didn’t come alone. Just as she reached her own peak, she felt Blaine coming, too. He gave a roar that she had not heard before, the growl of a warrior king achieving satisfaction inside the woman he desired. He rammed his dick deep inside her, clutching her hips and pulling her to him. He held her tight until he had delivered every last drop of his seed. And then the two of them fell back on the bed, drained of their need, but full of the desire to be together.
***
Eithne crouched outside the roundhouse and listened through the thatch. There was no window to peer through, but she didn’t need one to know exactly what was going on inside. The grunts, groans and screams told her everything she needed to know. She was livid, absolutely livid. Blaine was fucking that damned Roman bitch right under her nose. The man that was rightfully hers was pleasuring himself with the enemy.
What a betrayal.
Eithne stormed away, tears streaming down her face. She was upset, angry and heartbroken all at once. Now she hated Blaine. No, she hated that damned Roman bitch more. Heck, she hated both of them with every bone in her body.
And she would have her revenge, whether in this life or the next. But sooner would be a whole lot better than later. Eithne stormed across the village, a tumble of thoughts fighting over each other in her mind. She knew how to get her revenge. The thought that had just been an idea the night before was now crystallizing in her mind as a plan of action.
She would take them both down, and to hell with
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