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wounds.
“How many fights have you been in?” He whispered as he feathered my skin.
“A few.” I answered honestly. “There were several people who would come and challenge my father. Some would even come with small armies.” I said without thinking much of it.
It was a natural occurrence. My father was a legend and men wanted a piece of that. If they were able to defeat Nikephoros, then they would be considered an even greater fighter then him.
Leonidas continued to look at my back, his hands grazing at my old wounds. “Why would he allow you to fight? I would never want you to be hurt.” Leonidas voice was heavy with sadness. He began to apply ointment on my skin. He was light with his touch, almost afraid that he would break me. His every touch filled me with excitement. It was the first time a man ever touched me like that.
Wherever he touched, a rippling sensation began to travel through my body. He was finished and I could feel him moving away from me. He was about to get up, perhaps to tend to the fire or even worst leave. I reached over to touch his hand. My body took over and my senses soared. I placed his hand onto m y body wanting him to touch me more. Leonidas turned me. I faced him, as he pulled me closer. With the tips of his fingers he stroked my skin.
He started from my hand and then slowly moved up passing my elbow. His hand then rested on my shoulder. With his thumb he caressed my collarbone. His touch sent little shocks throughout my body. Both his hands moved up to my throat and I flinched just a little. I was still very sore from the fight. He lightened his touch.
“Look at me.” He whispered. His eyes were now a dark blue. He continued to touch me slowly.
“Do you have any idea how much you frighten me?” He gazed at me. “What are you?” He asked quietly. “Here I am a Spartan king. I was trained to fight and to not fear death and then you came. You, a little girl from some distant island. You came into my life and now you make me fear death. I never want to die now. I want to live with you and only you. I want to own every part of you. My thoughts, my body, my everything, is consumed by you. Have you any idea what you have done to me?” He had taken my head into his hands, looking desperately into my face, seeking an answer that I could not give him. All I knew was that I felt the same way.
“I know what I have done to you because you have done the same. You own me Leonidas. I live for you now, only for you.” My face hot from my honesty, but my body was still ruling me. I leaned forward and kissed him. He sat still for a moment.
“I almost lost you today. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t come and save you. I actually felt real fear.” His voice cracked and just one tear, just one came from his eye. It fell onto his cheek and I leaned in and kissed it away.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, as his fingers leisurely touched my nape. With his other hand, he slid off the front of my dress and began to kiss the top of my collarbone.
As strong as he was, at that moment he was loving and affectionate. With the same hand that he undressed me with. He began to gently caress my breasts.
“You taste so sweet.” He said in a low voice, as he reached the top of my chest. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes taken in by the pleasure I felt as he relished me.
I woke up entangled in my sheets. I stretched and reached for Leonidas, but he wasn’t there. I jerk up and looked around. He was standing by the window.
“What are you doing there?” I asked. He turned his head smiled.
“Good morning.” His voice was always so soothing to me. It was raspy and low.
To this day, I have yet to hear anything similar. I sometimes sit with my eyes closed trying to hear him call my name. Sometimes if I concentrated, I’m still with him, but the cruel reality sinks in when I open my eyes and I’m alone with only my memories.
There was a knock at the door.
“We have breakfast!”
“How many fights have you been in?” He whispered as he feathered my skin.
“A few.” I answered honestly. “There were several people who would come and challenge my father. Some would even come with small armies.” I said without thinking much of it.
It was a natural occurrence. My father was a legend and men wanted a piece of that. If they were able to defeat Nikephoros, then they would be considered an even greater fighter then him.
Leonidas continued to look at my back, his hands grazing at my old wounds. “Why would he allow you to fight? I would never want you to be hurt.” Leonidas voice was heavy with sadness. He began to apply ointment on my skin. He was light with his touch, almost afraid that he would break me. His every touch filled me with excitement. It was the first time a man ever touched me like that.
Wherever he touched, a rippling sensation began to travel through my body. He was finished and I could feel him moving away from me. He was about to get up, perhaps to tend to the fire or even worst leave. I reached over to touch his hand. My body took over and my senses soared. I placed his hand onto m y body wanting him to touch me more. Leonidas turned me. I faced him, as he pulled me closer. With the tips of his fingers he stroked my skin.
He started from my hand and then slowly moved up passing my elbow. His hand then rested on my shoulder. With his thumb he caressed my collarbone. His touch sent little shocks throughout my body. Both his hands moved up to my throat and I flinched just a little. I was still very sore from the fight. He lightened his touch.
“Look at me.” He whispered. His eyes were now a dark blue. He continued to touch me slowly.
“Do you have any idea how much you frighten me?” He gazed at me. “What are you?” He asked quietly. “Here I am a Spartan king. I was trained to fight and to not fear death and then you came. You, a little girl from some distant island. You came into my life and now you make me fear death. I never want to die now. I want to live with you and only you. I want to own every part of you. My thoughts, my body, my everything, is consumed by you. Have you any idea what you have done to me?” He had taken my head into his hands, looking desperately into my face, seeking an answer that I could not give him. All I knew was that I felt the same way.
“I know what I have done to you because you have done the same. You own me Leonidas. I live for you now, only for you.” My face hot from my honesty, but my body was still ruling me. I leaned forward and kissed him. He sat still for a moment.
“I almost lost you today. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t come and save you. I actually felt real fear.” His voice cracked and just one tear, just one came from his eye. It fell onto his cheek and I leaned in and kissed it away.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, as his fingers leisurely touched my nape. With his other hand, he slid off the front of my dress and began to kiss the top of my collarbone.
As strong as he was, at that moment he was loving and affectionate. With the same hand that he undressed me with. He began to gently caress my breasts.
“You taste so sweet.” He said in a low voice, as he reached the top of my chest. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes taken in by the pleasure I felt as he relished me.
I woke up entangled in my sheets. I stretched and reached for Leonidas, but he wasn’t there. I jerk up and looked around. He was standing by the window.
“What are you doing there?” I asked. He turned his head smiled.
“Good morning.” His voice was always so soothing to me. It was raspy and low.
To this day, I have yet to hear anything similar. I sometimes sit with my eyes closed trying to hear him call my name. Sometimes if I concentrated, I’m still with him, but the cruel reality sinks in when I open my eyes and I’m alone with only my memories.
There was a knock at the door.
“We have breakfast!”
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