Assassin's Honor
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"Oh nothing, I just thought that if you didn't want to walk to the towers, we could always explore the caves that run under the house," she said with a grin. "Cook says the caves run from here to the towers. She said the Cathars used them to hide from the Crusaders."
"Caves?" He grimaced. "Emma, I don't--"
"But if you don't want to, we can do something else."
The innocent note in her voice didn't deceive him. She was up to something. His cock stirred at the idea of a picnic in their room. Perhaps some more of that whipped cream and then a leisurely shower.
"Like what?"
"We could go to Rome." Her casual statement made him jerk as he stared into her laughing eyes.
"Rome? Dulcis Mater Dei, woman, you're insane," he exclaimed. "Do you really think I'd just carry you into the heart of Praetorian territory like it's little more than a picnic in the woods?"
"Well, you seemed averse to the idea of the caves."
She shrugged, her breasts brushing across his chest in a distracting way as she slid one leg over his. If she thought she was going to seduce him into doing what she wanted, she'd underestimated him.
"I didn't say I wouldn't go to the caves--"
"I know, but then I remembered that dagger I read at White Cloud."
"Dagger? When the hell were you going to tell me you'd touched more just than the Sicari Lord coin at the estate?"
"I was waiting for the right moment," she said with a bewitching smile.
She lowered her head and her mouth caressed his shoulder. A second later, his cock jumped as an unseen hand stroked him. Deus, but the woman had a wicked touch. He groaned with pleasure, and soft laughter bubbled out of her.
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she whispered.
"Yes," he rasped as desire coiled through his limbs.
"Would you change your mind about Rome if I told you I saw Lysander's twin in my vision?"
"No. I wouldn't," he growled.
He barely processed her words as her invisible caress drove everything out of his head but her. The warmth of her unseen hand slid up over his erection then rubbed across the ridge of him. He groaned from the pleasure of it. The pressure on his rod intensified as she slowly straddled him. She stretched her body backward with his hard length brushing up against the seat of her. His gut wrenched as he watched an invisible force guide his cock into her, and then she came forward to sink down on top of him. The sensation pulled a shout from him.
"Do you think I'll be able to change your mind eventually?" she whispered as she bent over him.
"No, but I sure as hell don't want you to stop trying, carissima," he rasped.
"I love you, Ares," she whispered. And just before she pushed him over the edge to that place only she could take him, he realized she'd get her way. They'd be going to Rome. It was only a matter of time.