Page 220 of Bonds of Hercules
He guided me into the steamy spray.
RIPPPP.
Kharon tore off his toga and followed.
Warmth radiated across my back as long piano fingers traced over blue diamonds. They trailed down my spine, out across each rib, like he was painting my bones.
My nerves screamed at his gentle touches.
Augustus faced me under the hot spray, all wide shoulders and barely constrained power—tentatively I traced my fingers over the network of raised veins that covered his forearms. They were smoother, silkier than I’d thought they’d feel.Intoxicating.
Augustus made a sound and jerked.
Emboldened, I explored the firm ridges of his chest, trailing lower over his abs, enjoying how they bunched and flexed beneath my touch.
I brushed lower, glancing across metal and a smooth, weeping head—his dick bobbed against his stomach.
Augustus swore violently as he palmed my breasts, his calluses abrasive against my sensitive nipples—white-hot pleasure shot through my core.
I squeezed my thighs together.
Kharon pressed kisses down my spine, biting gently, then lapping at the tender skin.
Augustus caressed my chest.
He paused as he traced over the thin scar between my breasts—I shook my head,not now—his expression promised we’d come back to it later.
Augustus traced across my stomach, lingering on the burn mark, then moved lower to my hips.
Kharon brushed his palms over the globes of my ass, then squeezed, as Augustus casually traced around the patch of curls between my thighs.
Lust made everything blur.
A horribly exciting, ridiculous idea struck me.
With a shaky breath, I rested my hands on Augustus’s warm, water-covered chest and gathered my courage.
“Could you both teach me how to … pleasure a man?” I whispered, curiosity rising.
Kharon froze behind me, his teeth pausing mid-nip on the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.
Augustus gripped my hips, nails digging into my skin. “Are you sure … that’s what you want?” he asked hoarsely.
Kharon pulled his mouth away from my neck and stepped back.
I opened my mouth to complain.
He grasped my chin—forcefully turned my head to theside—and plunged his tongue into my mouth, silencing me. He didn’t kiss; he devoured.
When his heated lips finally wrenched away, his hand gripped my jaw tighter, face hovering close enough to count every individual eyelash.
“Don’t hold back,” I said with a gasp. “I want therealyou.”
Kharon’s eyes were completely black, his pupils blown wide. He bared his teeth.
“He’s more viciously inclined.”
“Carissima …” he said softly. “Get … on your knees.”
