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mother’s clip in her hair and gently shook her long curly hair down her back. She moved to put the clip away but Damianos stopped her.
    “I like this. Let me,” he said, opening her palm to retrieve the broach. He stood up and Kalliope could easily make out his erection under his tunic. He towered over Kalliope and gently fingered her hair as he tried to find a good place for the broach.
    Kalliope couldn’t help herself and moaned at Damianos’ gentle touch. There was something incredibly erotic about Damianos playing with her hair. He brushed a piece from her face and let his hand glide across her cheekbone and against the back of her ear.
    He pinned the broach in her hair and looked back at her, his eyes liquid desire.
    “We’re going to start off slow. I don’t want to try too much at once.”
    He sat back on the bed.
    “Move behind me, Kalliope, and unhook my cloak. I want to feel your tits against my neck.”
    Kalliope obeyed and climbed onto the bed. She kneeled behind Damianos and brushed his hair over one shoulder. She leaned her breasts against his neck and reached for the tiny clasp and button that held his garment in place. The material of his cloak was thick and finely made, and Kalliope wondered more about this mysterious man before her.
    She unhooked the garment and felt the heavy weight of it in her hand. She gently pulled the drape with his war medals and honors and held it in her hands. She looked at the many decorations and fingered one of them. She wanted to spend more time looking at his honors but right now she was too focused on Damianos himself.
    Once Damianos felt that his cloak was undone he reached back and clasped Kalliope’s hands.
    “Pull my cloak down and press your breasts against the bare of my back.”
    Kalliope followed his instructions and she felt the heat of his skin as she pushed her body flush with him. It felt glorious and she couldn’t help lowering her mouth to the base of his neck and tracing her tongue down his back.
    Damianos shivered, but he growled, “I didn’t give that order.”
    “I’m sorry,” Kalliope whispered, pulling away.
    Damianos turned back to her. “Don’t be. I like a little misbehaving. It makes things interesting,” he said darkly.
    Kalliope wasn’t sure what he meant, but she liked the thrill of being disobedient. Damianos stood up, holding his cloak against his body.
    “Stand up and undress me.”
    Kalliope hurried off the bed, gloriously nude, and moved behind Damianos. He let go of his cloak and she grabbed it, as she pulled it off his body.
    The first thing she saw was his backside.
    And what a backside it was.
    Fine, sculpted and muscular, Kalliope wanted to squeeze it to see if it felt just as amazing as it looked. She looked further down to see his muscular thighs and calves. Kalliope longed to run her tongue along his legs, up his thighs, and all the way to his groin.
    Damianos turned toward her, a look of desire and appreciation on his face. Kalliope wondered if he could tell how much he was making her salivate.
    His chest was broad and muscular as well, and he had thick biceps with branded bands around his muscles; the look was incredibly sexy. But most impressive was the thick, lengthy mass that stood hard and ready between his legs. His cock was magnificently long with a gentle curve and a full head. It was so perfect that Kalliope wanted to drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around it; she wanted to worship a cock that beautiful.
    Damianos took a step towards her, and he cupped her ass, pulling her against his body. His hard erection pressed into her belly and Kalliope moaned softly at the sinful pressure of Damianos.
    “You feel incredible against my skin,” Damianos murmured. He hoisted her from her backside, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kalliope bit her lip with pleasure as she felt Damianos’ cock push against her sex.
    He lowered her onto the bed. “I’m not going to use the rope yet,” he whispered. He