hand moved expertly into position.
“You are a maid but a few moments longer,” he groaned, excited by her vulnerability.
His hand went to her head, removing the ribbons and gems adorning her hair. He dropped them to the floor, careless of their value. Long, dark hair tumbled around her in a sensuous, fluid movement.
Kallie spun to face him and reached up, her hands sliding around his neck, and pulled his head to meet hers. They kissed in a crush of lips and tongues. Eagerness flooded her, but he slowed the urgency and relaxed his grip as they moved blindly to the bed in the adjoining room. Kallie reveled in the soft animal furs brushing her naked body, recalling the previous night, alone in this bed with only his scent for company. His clothes fell away as he moved onto the bed, and he loomed above her.
“Gods!”She whispered as she saw him fully naked in the moonlit room.
He paused. “I must have your consent. I don’t consider this a violation, but merely the price you pay for my protection.”
“I will pay your price,” Kallie agreed, eager to engage in the act of joining with this magnificent man. A tremor of hesitation rippled through her body as his strong hands slid to her hips. His knee parted her thighs, and she clasped her arms around him, pressing her hands to his muscular back. His questing mouth travelled from her neck to the tip of her breast and she arched as he prepared to breach her tender flesh, determined to enjoy this moment as an act of rebellion against Rome and the power eager to control her destiny.
The governor moved carefully, sympathetic to her virginal state. His breathing increased with each push of his hot, hard shaft. She held fast to him, matching his kisses, enjoying the strength and safety of his arms. An unfamiliar mewling sound low in her throat caused him to peer into her eyes.
“Are you all right?” He scanned her face, gauging her reaction to the intrusion between her legs.
“Yes,” she whispered, “yes.” She reached for him, pulling his face close to hers, kissing him hard.
In discovering the mystical rites of lovemaking she experienced the strange ebb and flow between a man and a woman who embark on the journey, unknowing if their union amounts to a mere moment of satisfactory pleasure or if the Fates have thrown them into an everlasting mix of conflict and desire.
Taurus grunted in conclusion and settled beside her. The storm within had spent its fury; exhausted and weak, she had only the strength to smile as he answered her questioning gaze.
“Get some sleep. There will be time enough to talk tomorrow.”
Kallie closed her eyes, her head leaning on his inviting chest. A comforting arm circled her waist and she glowed in the warmth of his body. “I didn’t know it would be like this,” she sighed contentedly.
“Neither did I,” Taurus muttered. “Neither did I.”
****
Kallie stood between a wolf and a sleek black cat. They beckoned, equally drawing her attention. Intense and yellow, the wolf-eyes watched while the cat paced anxiously from side to side, waiting for her to make a move, but her feet did not respond to her will.
As her eyes opened, Kallie remembered the night before, and she reached for the sheet to cover her nakedness. Taurus was gone, leaving a cold and empty space. The door leading to the outer room lay slightly open and the sound of Kristokus instructing the servants drifted through the narrow opening. A girl entered, carrying a silk robe, and waited for Kallie to leave the bed.
“My name is Mira. Come with me, please.” The robe cooled her skin as she followed the girl to the bathing room. The warm water in the pool relaxed her aching muscles and soothed her tender flesh, enveloping her in its fresh and flowery scent. Kallie sighed in pleasure.
The sun shone through a high window. Atticus! He might be in the city. They had ways of communicating, and she planned to use her wiles to send him a message. About to leave the
“You are a maid but a few moments longer,” he groaned, excited by her vulnerability.
His hand went to her head, removing the ribbons and gems adorning her hair. He dropped them to the floor, careless of their value. Long, dark hair tumbled around her in a sensuous, fluid movement.
Kallie spun to face him and reached up, her hands sliding around his neck, and pulled his head to meet hers. They kissed in a crush of lips and tongues. Eagerness flooded her, but he slowed the urgency and relaxed his grip as they moved blindly to the bed in the adjoining room. Kallie reveled in the soft animal furs brushing her naked body, recalling the previous night, alone in this bed with only his scent for company. His clothes fell away as he moved onto the bed, and he loomed above her.
“Gods!”She whispered as she saw him fully naked in the moonlit room.
He paused. “I must have your consent. I don’t consider this a violation, but merely the price you pay for my protection.”
“I will pay your price,” Kallie agreed, eager to engage in the act of joining with this magnificent man. A tremor of hesitation rippled through her body as his strong hands slid to her hips. His knee parted her thighs, and she clasped her arms around him, pressing her hands to his muscular back. His questing mouth travelled from her neck to the tip of her breast and she arched as he prepared to breach her tender flesh, determined to enjoy this moment as an act of rebellion against Rome and the power eager to control her destiny.
The governor moved carefully, sympathetic to her virginal state. His breathing increased with each push of his hot, hard shaft. She held fast to him, matching his kisses, enjoying the strength and safety of his arms. An unfamiliar mewling sound low in her throat caused him to peer into her eyes.
“Are you all right?” He scanned her face, gauging her reaction to the intrusion between her legs.
“Yes,” she whispered, “yes.” She reached for him, pulling his face close to hers, kissing him hard.
In discovering the mystical rites of lovemaking she experienced the strange ebb and flow between a man and a woman who embark on the journey, unknowing if their union amounts to a mere moment of satisfactory pleasure or if the Fates have thrown them into an everlasting mix of conflict and desire.
Taurus grunted in conclusion and settled beside her. The storm within had spent its fury; exhausted and weak, she had only the strength to smile as he answered her questioning gaze.
“Get some sleep. There will be time enough to talk tomorrow.”
Kallie closed her eyes, her head leaning on his inviting chest. A comforting arm circled her waist and she glowed in the warmth of his body. “I didn’t know it would be like this,” she sighed contentedly.
“Neither did I,” Taurus muttered. “Neither did I.”
****
Kallie stood between a wolf and a sleek black cat. They beckoned, equally drawing her attention. Intense and yellow, the wolf-eyes watched while the cat paced anxiously from side to side, waiting for her to make a move, but her feet did not respond to her will.
As her eyes opened, Kallie remembered the night before, and she reached for the sheet to cover her nakedness. Taurus was gone, leaving a cold and empty space. The door leading to the outer room lay slightly open and the sound of Kristokus instructing the servants drifted through the narrow opening. A girl entered, carrying a silk robe, and waited for Kallie to leave the bed.
“My name is Mira. Come with me, please.” The robe cooled her skin as she followed the girl to the bathing room. The warm water in the pool relaxed her aching muscles and soothed her tender flesh, enveloping her in its fresh and flowery scent. Kallie sighed in pleasure.
The sun shone through a high window. Atticus! He might be in the city. They had ways of communicating, and she planned to use her wiles to send him a message. About to leave the
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