Page 58 of Enslaved
It occurred to Diana that once their loveplay reached a certain point, Marcus displayed much more control than she. She knew he had an iron will, but tonight she wanted to make him lose all control. She wanted to test the outer limits of his resistance. She knew she had a certain power over him, but tonight she wanted to test her allure to its depths.
She lifted one of her long golden curls and teased the corners of his mouth with it, then she touched the corners with the tip of her tongue, tickling him until he laughed helplessly. Then she trailed her curl down the column of his throat, then followed with her tongue; leaving a hot, wet path to dry by fireflame. Diana sat up so that her knees gripped his narrow hips and her bum cheeks rested on his muscular thighs, then, using the same golden curl, she stroked his flat bronze nipples until they became erect.
By now, Marcus was anticipating her moves and knew her tongue would soon follow where she played. He relished the attention she was lavishing upon him, wishing they had met long ago, but he was wise enough to realize that all things came at their appointed time. He was also wise enough not to waste thoughts on what might have been but to focus on seizing the moment and squeezing every last drop of pleasure from it. Until Diana came along, he had no idea there was something missing from his life, but if she left him now, he realized he would be inconsolable.
When she tickled his belly by dipping her pretty hair into his navel and around it, all he could think was that soon she would dip her tongue into the sensitive indentation, to lick and nibble at him. When she did it, her tongue felt rough, causing a delicious shudder to run down the entire length of his backbone.
Diana loved it when she could make Marcus laugh and she noticed that he laughed easily these days. He stopped laughing, however, when she trailed her curl from his navel, down his ridged belly to the engorged head of his phallus. When she looked into his black eyes, she saw how intense he had suddenly become. Was he hoping that her mouth would follow to tongue the spot that her hair tantalized? Did she dare to do such an intimate thing to him?
Marcus drew in a great shuddering breath. And in that moment she knew he hungered for her to taste him. She gazed at him provocatively for long minutes, drawing out his anticipation, then slowly she lowered her lips to touch his velvet head. Her mass of silken hair fell forward, hiding what she did from his view. His hands came forward to part and lift her tresses so that he could see her luscious mouth upon his rigid sex.
The tip of her pink tongue flicked the tip of his manroot. The contrasting colors alone were enough to send deep thrills through him. Pink against vermilion; they complemented each other to perfection. Then her hot wet tongue curled around the heart-shaped head so she could taste him fully. Marcus tasted of salt and almond oil and pure male sex. She lifted her head to watch the pleasure register on his strong, dark face. As she knelt before his prone figure, his seeking fingers found her woman’s center and discovered that what she did to him had made her creamy.
“Do you think you are ready to take me inside you?” he asked hoarsely.
“I don’t think I will ever be more aroused than I am at this moment,” she whispered.
Of course, Marcus knew that she most assuredly would be. She had never even experienced coitus yet. He did not delay matters by taking her to the bed, but laid her on the floor and opened her legs so that the fire warmed the inside of her soft thighs and heated the pink cleft until it was scalding hot.
“Wrap your legs about me,” he ordered, and as she obeyed him, he miraculously began to slide inside her, slowly, inch by inch. Her creamy liquid felt like molten lava to Marcus. Never had he experienced anything so hot, so tight, and so blatantly sexual in his life.
Even if Diana begged, Marcus knew he would not stop now. He was obsessed with a driving need to possess her totally. He wanted to put his brand upon her so that she would be his forever. When he came to the barrier, he thrust through sharply. If he was brutal, then so be it. She must endure the pain before she could become a woman who could give and receive pleasure endlessly.
Diana cried out in pain, but Marcus thrust into her powerfully until his bloodthirsty weapon was seated to the hilt. Then he went still to allow her to get used to the fullness inside her. Diana moaned that her sheath was stretched so tautly about his engorged cock.
“Mea amata,are you all right?” he asked, low.
When she tried to speak, her muscles contracted upon him strongly. Marcus moaned deep in his throat from pure pleasure and suddenly Diana experienced a wave of power and pride that she could affect this all-powerful, virile Roman so profoundly. Compared to her, he was like a colossus, and she had worried that she would not be woman enough for him. Suddenly, she knew that she was more than woman enough. Diana bit his shoulder and raised her legs so they clasped him high across his back, then she arched her mons into him and he slid even deeper until she molded the entire length of him like a velvet glove.
Then Marcus began to move his stunning body in and out of her. Each time he buried himself hard, then withdrew in hot, sliding friction. He was marble hard, throbbing, hot and hungry. She could feel his heavy testes thud against her bottom with each deep thrust, then tiny tremors of pleasure began in the sleek heat he created inside her. She became all liquid fire, all smoky-eyed, sultry sensuality, then love slick as his strokes became almost violent, going deeper and faster in a rough, elemental mating that brought surging waves of pleasure crashing upon deep thrills, until she experienced a profound hedonistic enjoyment.
The sensations built higher and higher; they moved together, reaching the peak, then flung themselves heedlessly over the precipice. Diana screamed, from pure bliss this time, then Marcus’ cries drowned out hers. She kissed his heart, which beat so strongly she could feel it inside her as his erection pulsed, then exploded, spurting his white hot seed high into her vault.
They both relished a hot, shuddering release, then lay motionless, sprawled together in surfeit. When Marcus withdrew, he saw that semen and blood stained her silken thighs and a pain twisted his gut that he had hurt her so brutally.
“I’m sorry,” he said raggedly.
“No, no,” Diana murmured softly, touching his face. “It was cataclysmic; the way it should be between a man and a woman.”
“I love you,” Marcus whispered.
Diana’s heart stopped beating. God help her, she knew she loved him too.
He brought scented water, washing her delicate flesh tenderly. Then he lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed. His arms came about her to lift her onto his body. Her limbs were so heavy and languid, she felt too exhausted to lift her eyelids. She wondered how he could stand her weight upon him, then realized he was so muscular and strong, she such a lightweight, that his armor probably weighed more.
Diana curled against Marcus so perfectly, it was as if they had been made for each other. Her hands lay upon his wide shoulders, her cheek rested on his furred chest, feeling his heartbeat. One of her long legs lay between his. His male sex, now only semihard, grazed her thigh. She straddled one of his muscular limbs with her long silky legs. It was so firm and unyielding, it felt wonderful pressed against her sensitive mons.
As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard an intense whisper. “I’ll never let you go back.” What a strange thing to say when she knew Marcus did not believe her unlikely tale. Perhaps she was only dreaming.
When Diana lifted her eyelids, she looked directly into a pair of glittering black eyes. “You never moved all night.”
She smiled dreamily. “That’s because I was where I wanted to be.”
Marcus pulled her up on his body so that his lips could touch her temples and her eyelids.
She asked sleepily, “Shouldn’t you have left by now?”
“We are not leaving this chamber today. I don’t want us to be more than three steps from the bed.”
