Page 96 of Axios
Before I left, though, I met the king’s stare. The boys on either side of him kissed and nipped at his ears and throat, but his eyes were fixated on me. His mouth popped open in a small pant as the dark haired boy touched him lower.
The erotic sight fueled my desire, and I feared I’d burst into flame if I did not sate the lust taking hold of me.
Eryx pulled me from the room and out into the corridor before slamming me against the stone wall and capturing my lips. He pressed his hips to mine and thrust, applying pressure on the area I needed it most.
I tore my mouth from his and groaned, leaning my head back.
No one drove me wild with desire the way Eryx did. With only a look, he had the power to make me ache with need, and when his soft lips touched my skin, I had to keep myself from coming apart.
He gripped my sides and licked up my throat, creating a wet path that he then blew on, simultaneously teasing and sensual.
Chills erupted all over my body, and my chest rose and fell faster.
We were in the open where anyone who left the dining hall would be able to see, but it did not stop us. The people of Aphytis were more accepting of physical shows of affection than Spartans were, giving us a newfound freedom during our stay in the city.
Eryx pulled away from me, and I inwardly whined in protest.
“Do not pout that lip at me, my warrior,” he said before quickly leaning in to bite my bottom lip. “The things I wish to do to you are not things I wish others to see. Or hear.” His green eyes flickered to meet my lust muddled stare. “And I wish to make you scream with pleasure in ways you never have before.”
I assumed we were going to our quarters, but Eryx had another plan. Taking my hand, he led me from the corridor and out to the back patio into the night.
The pale light of the moon lit our way as we found the dirt path leading from the house. A floral scent lingered in the air as we passed through the garden, a garden so grand that I knew Leanna would love to see it. Thoughts of my sister drifted away as Eryx continued to lead me from the path and toward the shoreline.
When I realized his intentions, I lightly chuckled and squeezed his hand. Along with the amusement was also a deeper sensation that settled in my chest and warmed me like a roasting fire in the dead of winter.
Eryx raised his brow. “You wished to make love by the sea, did you not?”
His unexpected act of care caused a lump to form in my throat.
I had believed him to dismiss my dreams of living in that beautiful place with no consideration of how it had wounded me to hear the truth, and yet, there he was trying to give me a part of that dream in the only way he could.
At the water’s edge, he laid me down in the wet sand, covered his body with mine, and kissed me. Not rushed like before, but softer, as if savoring the moment. He tangled one hand in my hair as he used the other to remove the cloth separating our skin.
Still kissing him, I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my hands down his back, reveling in the feel of the hard contours of his shoulder blades and muscles beneath my palms.
“Do you wish I was him?” he asked in a pained voice that shook with the emotion he couldn’t mask.
He did not need to specify for me to know who he meant. The hurt in his eyes as he’d asked the question made my stomach knot.
“Never,” I answered as I stared up at him and cupped his face, a face that displayed so much insecurity in that moment. Whatever it was that I felt for Agesipolis, my love for Eryx was greater. “For as long as there is breath in my lungs, I will love you. Only you. And even when I leave this world, I will still belong to you, for my soul will forever seek yours. In both this life and the next. Remember?”
We had spoken the words to each other before, but I would say them as many times as it took for him to believe them.
He answered me in the way he knew best. His mouth found mine and the soft kisses turned deeper. He moved down my body, caressing my skin with licks and kisses as he went.
I sucked in a breath when he gripped the base of my cock and slowly—agonizingly slow—placed the tip between his lips. As I was engulfed by the heat of his mouth, I gasped and thrust my hips upward, seeking more of what he offered.
Of course he pushed my hips down into the sand and forced me to remain in place as he went at his own, teasing pace.
I knotted my hands in his golden locks and watched as I sunk more into his mouth.
His eyes flickered to me as he continued the up and down movement of his head, and I saw hunger in his gaze. He was enjoying doing that to me nearly as much as I enjoyed having it done.
When his fingers brushed across my backside, I shuddered and anticipated what he planned next. He never took me in haste without first preparing me for the act. The feel of his fingers working my entrance, along with the heat and wetness of his mouth on my cock, almost undid me right then.
It was an overload of sensation, and I became lost to it.
With his other hand, he slipped it down his own chest and started pumping his length. He moaned and the sound vibrated around me, enhancing my pleasure. The sight of him touching himself and the lapping of his tongue on my manhood had me panting and desperate for more.
