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The moment Lucius spoke about going home, I threw myself over him making him laugh. But then we both looked down at ourselves and the complete mess we both were in, prompting me to say,

“Maybe we should get clean first.” At this he simply looked smug before stretching out, making a show of folding his arms and interlocking his fingers behind his head. I swear the delicious bulge of his biceps made me nearly lose focus altogether. Then he released a contented sigh and teased,

“Get to it, woman.” At this I shook my head a little, confused as to what he could mean. However, the moment he nodded down his body and said,

“I am waiting, Pet.” This was when I finally put two and two together. (Damn his distracting muscles) As soon as I did, I made a sound of outrage that he looked oh so very pleased about.

“Why this is a harem after all,” he argued with a grin.

“And?” I snapped, folding my arms and playing along with his game.

“I think you will find it is where most adoring females spend their time worshipping their master,” he said looking around at the large space that yes, did seem dedicated to just that. There were raised dais everywhere, covered in a sea of reds, pinks, oranges and yellows, making me wonder if I had missed a sign on the door called, ‘Sunsex Blvd.’

Of course, the area we had been occupying most definitely now looked a little worse for wear. Almost all the cushions around our general area were ripped and torn, with deep claws marks spewing feathered guts. Blood and sweat stained silk and as for the cage, well that was now a mangled mess. Even the ceiling above us had precarious looking cracks marring the once fancy painted plaster.

Yet despite this, it didn’t stop me from grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking Lucius in the face with it in retaliation for this comment. However, seeing as it was one of the ‘less fortunate’ ones, I couldn’t stop my hands from flying to my face as I tried not to burst out laughing the second it exploded into a cloud of feathers around his face.

As for the man now covered in white plumage, he simply puffed out a frustrated breath, causing the smaller feathers around his lips to take flight, now dancing around him. Then I watched him rise slowly, now with a dangerously determined look on his face making me raise up my hands in surrender,

“Now, now, Lucius, you started this, remember?” I said, unable to keep the playful grin off my face as I started shifting backwards as if waiting for him to strike any minute. His movements were so predatory, a nervous giggle rose up as I started to move back quicker.

“That I did, Pet, that I did,” he said, now pushing to his feet and as he did, he had another cushion in his hand.

“And now… it’s time I… finish it!” he shouted before launching the feathered projectile at me the moment I tried to run. I screamed in a ridiculously girly way and momentarily wondered if we were the first people to have a pillow fight in Hell. I dodged his thrown cushion, ducking in time and picking up my own, cockily shouting,

“HA! You missed!” Then I threw my own, which he dodged with ease as he simple tipped slightly to the side and let it sail right by him. So, this was when I decided to take him totally off guard, as I dropped quickly into a roll and with my body tucked in tight, I made it over to where he was standing. Then I swept out his legs from under him, making him go down hard onto the mound of pillows. After this I quickly jumped on him, grabbed the nearest cushion and hit in square in the chest before saying,

“I won! Victory is mi… oomph!” This victory cry ended when I was hit from both sides at once. Lucius had grabbed two cushions and wacked me with them both, sandwich style. They instantly tore surrounding me in a cloud of fluffy white flowers that parted for him when he sat up to growl playfully over my lips,

“Victory is mine!”Then he kissed me, and soon I found myself writhing beneath him as he made sweet tender love to me. And this time, there were no bars to contain our passion, only…

A crushed bed of feathers.

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After this thirdround of sex, where we managed to destroy even more of Dariush’s Persian style sex club, Lucius carried me off to an area that looked sectioned off. It was also one I hadn’t noticed before, which wasn’t exactly surprising seeing as I had been a little busy to focus on anything other than Lucius mastering my body. Gods, but I felt like an instrument that only he could play.

Although I most definitely focused the moment I saw the mosaic tiled pool that looked like it was being fed by some kind of hot spring.

“I really don’t want to know how you knew this was here,” I commented dryly, making him smirk before adding with even more smug confidence,

“I could scent the water.”

“Um, yeah I’m sure you could,” I replied in a disbelieving tone.

“And whatever could you mean by that comment, I wonder?” He asked once he stepped us both into the hot water, making me moan the second it enveloped my skin like a warm blanket.

“So are you trying to tell me this is the first time you have been in this room…? Actually, don’t answer that! I don’t want to know,” I said, putting space between us and holding up my hands dramatically, making him look strangely pleased. But then he reached out and took one of those hands and started to draw me back to him, now raising my fingers to his lips so as he could nibble on them.

“Amelia.”The smouldering purr of my name said this way made me shiver, despite the heat that surrounded me. Of course, what he was now doing only managed to add to that heat, especially when he used his hold on me to suddenly tug me back into his arms. However, the moment I looked down, too embarrassed by my show of insecurity, I felt him tip my head back with a gentle tap under my chin with his bent finger. Then after cupping my face to hold my gaze, he told me softly,

“I can honestly say that such a room holds no appeal to me nor any other, not unless…you are in it.”

Then he kissed me.

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