flagstones of the corridor leading to the chamber. Kell sat up and pulled the flimsy bed dressing around her, holding her breath. The door eased in slowly, as though the opener wished to do so silently. A lit taper flickered as it was held into the room, guttering in a brass candlestick. The face of the praetor was illuminated by the luteous, coruscating flame.
Kell released her pent-up air in a great sigh. “Lord, it is you.”
“I have roused you.” He set the candle before the mirror to light the room more fully.
“I was awake, waiting for you to return,” Kell replied, lying but a little.
Marcus sat on the foot of the bed and bent to unlace the leather thongs of his hobnailed sandals from his calves. She moved to kneel behind him, letting the linens fall away from her. Still nude from their earlier lovemaking, Kell placed her slender fingers on his tense shoulders and ran her hands over his back and neck.
“Best not to wait on me when I leave in the night,” he said. “Many nights I will not return. If there is unrest in the city or danger on the frontier I must be gone until the trouble has passed.”
Kell nodded in understanding as she kneaded his muscles. He had been languid when he left their bed, and now he was all knots and distress. She leaned in and kissed his nape and smoothed her palms down his arms, squeezing his biceps and triceps. Kell felt his tension loosen under her touch, and he turned his head to look at her.
He then reached up to cup the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and drew her in to sup from her. Their lips met, and he angled his over hers so that he could slide his tongue into her mouth.
“Javad is going to get his killing done,” he said softly as he broke away.
“Why say you so?” she asked, hugging him from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder. They looked on one another in the mirror as they spoke softly in the night.
“He has upset a brutal man with influential friends. He will most likely die in the woods tomorrow, unless his man finds the runaway. Better there than in my streets,” he stated pragmatically, as though such murder were the most banal thing in his world.
Kell leaned in and pecked him on the cheek as she listened. She then nibbled on his lobe and exhaled hotly into his ear through her nostrils. Marcus let out a rumbling moan and leaned into her ministrations. Her deft hands slid down his scarlet tunic and clutched at his cock, tugging it free of the fabric. She rolled the skin along the shaft and felt his prick swell with blood. The veins filled and bulged as she strummed her thumb over the head and bit at his neck. She teased him relentlessly with her steaming purrs.
Marcus stood and disrobed in one movement. He turned to face his woman, passion lining his visage. Like a baby bird awaiting a meal, Kell leaned forward, opened her mouth, and gobbled his cock as it waggled to and fro. He tangled his fingers in her flaxen hair as she bobbed her head up and down.
She pursed her lips and hollowed her cheeks, humming gently on his prick. Twisting her mouth and swirling her tongue, she sank down to the base of his cock and back to the head over and over again. With one hand she raked her nails across his ass, and the other palmed and tugged at his balls. She gave a firm dig at the flesh between his sac and rear with her middle digit, and a thick drop of hot liquid coursed across her pink tongue. Marcus held her head in place and thrust his hips, fucking her face, forcing his cock into the back of her throat until she gagged and choked. She spit his prick out in a long, slick movement and drew a rasping inhale, tears streaming down her face.
Fingers still laced in her tresses, Marcus pulled her up and savaged her with a kiss. His mouth slid over hers, and their tongues danced, sparring and tangling as serpents between their mouths. He then slid his paws down to her hips and tossed her into the middle of the bed without warning. Kell
Kell released her pent-up air in a great sigh. “Lord, it is you.”
“I have roused you.” He set the candle before the mirror to light the room more fully.
“I was awake, waiting for you to return,” Kell replied, lying but a little.
Marcus sat on the foot of the bed and bent to unlace the leather thongs of his hobnailed sandals from his calves. She moved to kneel behind him, letting the linens fall away from her. Still nude from their earlier lovemaking, Kell placed her slender fingers on his tense shoulders and ran her hands over his back and neck.
“Best not to wait on me when I leave in the night,” he said. “Many nights I will not return. If there is unrest in the city or danger on the frontier I must be gone until the trouble has passed.”
Kell nodded in understanding as she kneaded his muscles. He had been languid when he left their bed, and now he was all knots and distress. She leaned in and kissed his nape and smoothed her palms down his arms, squeezing his biceps and triceps. Kell felt his tension loosen under her touch, and he turned his head to look at her.
He then reached up to cup the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and drew her in to sup from her. Their lips met, and he angled his over hers so that he could slide his tongue into her mouth.
“Javad is going to get his killing done,” he said softly as he broke away.
“Why say you so?” she asked, hugging him from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder. They looked on one another in the mirror as they spoke softly in the night.
“He has upset a brutal man with influential friends. He will most likely die in the woods tomorrow, unless his man finds the runaway. Better there than in my streets,” he stated pragmatically, as though such murder were the most banal thing in his world.
Kell leaned in and pecked him on the cheek as she listened. She then nibbled on his lobe and exhaled hotly into his ear through her nostrils. Marcus let out a rumbling moan and leaned into her ministrations. Her deft hands slid down his scarlet tunic and clutched at his cock, tugging it free of the fabric. She rolled the skin along the shaft and felt his prick swell with blood. The veins filled and bulged as she strummed her thumb over the head and bit at his neck. She teased him relentlessly with her steaming purrs.
Marcus stood and disrobed in one movement. He turned to face his woman, passion lining his visage. Like a baby bird awaiting a meal, Kell leaned forward, opened her mouth, and gobbled his cock as it waggled to and fro. He tangled his fingers in her flaxen hair as she bobbed her head up and down.
She pursed her lips and hollowed her cheeks, humming gently on his prick. Twisting her mouth and swirling her tongue, she sank down to the base of his cock and back to the head over and over again. With one hand she raked her nails across his ass, and the other palmed and tugged at his balls. She gave a firm dig at the flesh between his sac and rear with her middle digit, and a thick drop of hot liquid coursed across her pink tongue. Marcus held her head in place and thrust his hips, fucking her face, forcing his cock into the back of her throat until she gagged and choked. She spit his prick out in a long, slick movement and drew a rasping inhale, tears streaming down her face.
Fingers still laced in her tresses, Marcus pulled her up and savaged her with a kiss. His mouth slid over hers, and their tongues danced, sparring and tangling as serpents between their mouths. He then slid his paws down to her hips and tossed her into the middle of the bed without warning. Kell
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