resist the way his eyes seemed to caress her face like she was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen.
She wanted him so badly.
Never show a target how weak you are .
She brushed her lips against his, forgetting every lesson that Cassius had taught her about how to be an assassin.
Titus loosened his grip on her, and his jaw fell lax in surprise. It took him a second to recover. He still held her close to him, burying his nose in her hair. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes, I did.” She angled his face down and stroked his cheek. “Should I make my desire more obvious?”
His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her. “And what do you desire? My wealth? My crown?”
She shook her head. “Just for you to keep your word.”
“My word on what?”
“You promised last night…” She hesitated. Just mentioning it awakened the rush of strange emotions that tested both her resolve and her sanity. “You promised you would make me come.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He led her to the cushions, settling her onto them like she was a delicate orchid. Then he knelt in front of her and drew her dress up to her waist with agonizing slowness. His mouth covered hers, seeking confirmation of her desire.
She gave him what he sought. Her tongue twisted around his, each stroke making her want to whimper. She hooked her leg around his waist and drew him closer. He tightened his grip on her thighs, slowly drawing them apart.
When Titus touched her, a warm glow flowed over her skin and clouded her mind. Instead of making her feel like a sullied possession there only to fill his needs, he seemed more interested in fulfilling hers. His light kisses trailed down her neck, across the tops of her breasts, then along the tops of her thighs.
For a few blissful moments, she was lost in a dream that this could become her life, to lie back on silk cushions while the most powerful man in the empire catered to her every desire.
Azurha pushed that dream out of her mind and reminded herself once again why she was here. She reached for her comb as his face disappeared from view. It was the perfect time to strike. He was so preoccupied with her body, he would never see it coming.
The first swipe of his tongue over her sensitive nub sent such strong shockwaves through her body that the comb clattered to the floor.
No man had ever touched her there, especially not with his mouth. Yet he pleasured her like a man well-versed in the intricacies of this part of a woman’s body. He held her hips down, controlling the way they rolled in response to his touch, while he sucked gently on her clit. Within seconds, he’d reduced her to mere moans.
The tables had turned on her. She’d been in control of her life since the day she gained her freedom, yet here she was, completely vulnerable in front of a man all because he promised to give her something she’d never experienced before.
No, she couldn’t let herself fall into his trap. She fought her desire, threading her fingers through his hair, preparing to snap his neck before she’d surrender to him. Her head lolled to the side, and she caught a glimpse of the poisoned comb a few feet away. The light flashed on the polished lapis, taunting her for her weakness. She reached for it in a final effort to stay in control, but each flick of his tongue pushed her closer to the abyss she both feared and welcomed. Unable to fight it any longer, she let herself fall. Her vision blurred, and the first violent waves of ecstasy shattered her consciousness. She frantically repeated his name and dug her nails into his shoulders to keep from slipping into insanity.
All the tension bled from her muscles, leaving her limp and exhausted by the time her orgasm faded.
The flutter of gentle kisses trailed up her neck, along her cheek, and finally traced the outline of her mouth. “Did that satisfy your needs?”
The husky timbre in his voice
She wanted him so badly.
Never show a target how weak you are .
She brushed her lips against his, forgetting every lesson that Cassius had taught her about how to be an assassin.
Titus loosened his grip on her, and his jaw fell lax in surprise. It took him a second to recover. He still held her close to him, burying his nose in her hair. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes, I did.” She angled his face down and stroked his cheek. “Should I make my desire more obvious?”
His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her. “And what do you desire? My wealth? My crown?”
She shook her head. “Just for you to keep your word.”
“My word on what?”
“You promised last night…” She hesitated. Just mentioning it awakened the rush of strange emotions that tested both her resolve and her sanity. “You promised you would make me come.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He led her to the cushions, settling her onto them like she was a delicate orchid. Then he knelt in front of her and drew her dress up to her waist with agonizing slowness. His mouth covered hers, seeking confirmation of her desire.
She gave him what he sought. Her tongue twisted around his, each stroke making her want to whimper. She hooked her leg around his waist and drew him closer. He tightened his grip on her thighs, slowly drawing them apart.
When Titus touched her, a warm glow flowed over her skin and clouded her mind. Instead of making her feel like a sullied possession there only to fill his needs, he seemed more interested in fulfilling hers. His light kisses trailed down her neck, across the tops of her breasts, then along the tops of her thighs.
For a few blissful moments, she was lost in a dream that this could become her life, to lie back on silk cushions while the most powerful man in the empire catered to her every desire.
Azurha pushed that dream out of her mind and reminded herself once again why she was here. She reached for her comb as his face disappeared from view. It was the perfect time to strike. He was so preoccupied with her body, he would never see it coming.
The first swipe of his tongue over her sensitive nub sent such strong shockwaves through her body that the comb clattered to the floor.
No man had ever touched her there, especially not with his mouth. Yet he pleasured her like a man well-versed in the intricacies of this part of a woman’s body. He held her hips down, controlling the way they rolled in response to his touch, while he sucked gently on her clit. Within seconds, he’d reduced her to mere moans.
The tables had turned on her. She’d been in control of her life since the day she gained her freedom, yet here she was, completely vulnerable in front of a man all because he promised to give her something she’d never experienced before.
No, she couldn’t let herself fall into his trap. She fought her desire, threading her fingers through his hair, preparing to snap his neck before she’d surrender to him. Her head lolled to the side, and she caught a glimpse of the poisoned comb a few feet away. The light flashed on the polished lapis, taunting her for her weakness. She reached for it in a final effort to stay in control, but each flick of his tongue pushed her closer to the abyss she both feared and welcomed. Unable to fight it any longer, she let herself fall. Her vision blurred, and the first violent waves of ecstasy shattered her consciousness. She frantically repeated his name and dug her nails into his shoulders to keep from slipping into insanity.
All the tension bled from her muscles, leaving her limp and exhausted by the time her orgasm faded.
The flutter of gentle kisses trailed up her neck, along her cheek, and finally traced the outline of her mouth. “Did that satisfy your needs?”
The husky timbre in his voice
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