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finding her erect
nipples and biting them lightly through the cloth. She threaded her
fingers into his strawberry blond curls and nearly sobbed from the
physical thrill that jolted her to her heated core.
    Again his wonderfully agile lips were on her
neck, her jaw, her mouth, creating sensations so delightful her
cunna was almost hurting from need. When he pulled back she opened
her eyes and looked at him with a glassy, lust-drunk gaze.
    “Why in the name of Ganymede’s balls are you stopping ?”
    He flashed a satisfied smile of male pride at
her state of obvious arousal. “We need to take this to the bedroom,
sweetheart.”
    “Oh, right. Yes. Yes, that is certainly where
we need to be.”
    Lucillus stood up and helped her to her feet,
taking the time to kiss her breathless once more. Then, with a
frown, he quickly shed his rumpled toga and dumped it by the
triclinium. Now clad in only a simple tunic, he pulled her back
into his arms.
    “Which way to your bed, mellita?” Lucillus
purred into her ear. “ Duc me ad paradisum. ”
    He kept hold of Anthea’s hand as she lead him
the short distance to her chamber, kissing her knuckles and
slipping his tongue between the joining of her index and ring
finger so suggestively her legs almost gave way.
    As soon as they were in the privacy of her
room, he turned suddenly and pressed her against the wall next to
her door. He lifted her hands over her head and pinned them,
pushing his leg between hers until she was straddling his thighs on
tip-toe. She was sure he would have let her go if she had struggled
to get loose, or had even told him to free her, but she wasn’t
foolish enough to do either of those things. His sexual captive was
exactly what she wanted to be.
    Lucillus kissed her thoroughly and roughly
while altering his grip so that her wrists were secured in one of
his hands, leaving the other free to explore. Anthea trembled,
anticipating his touch.
    She was not disappointed. His hand slid down
her waist to her hip, then around to clutch her bottom in order to
pull her forward and grind her against him. She was so electrified
by his caresses that the friction of his hard thigh against her
clitoris almost sent her over the edge to an orgasm. She had never
been stimulated to such an extent by foreplay.
    His hand moved up until it was almost under
her breast, and then he broke off the kiss to look at her. His
pupils were dilated until they had almost consumed his iris,
leaving only a rim of Aegean blue around the pool of black. Keeping
his gaze locked with hers, he watched her as he slid his broad palm
up to her breast.
    Anthea was overwhelmed and let her lids drift
close as his thumb began to flick over her nipple. She bit her
lower lip and whimpered as his hand rubbed across her other breast
as well.
    She opened her eyes again when she felt him
remove the first of the fibulae that held her stola together on her
right shoulder. He was smiling that same naughty grin of intent
that she had seen earlier. He flung the fibula to the side,
heedless of where it went. Then, methodically, he removed the twin
fibula from the left shoulder. Anthea tried to stop herself from
panting as she felt her stola hanging by the last two pins.
Lucillus leaned into her, using his body to keep her stola from
falling when he removed the finale fibulae.
    His visage intent, he stepped back a few
inches to allow her stola to slither into a silk puddle at her
feet. She stood before him, naked except for her pearls. His
breathing was labored as he looked at her body, the fervor of his
scrutiny feeling almost like a touch on her breasts, belly, and
thighs. Anthea had not thought it possible, but her cunna became
even wetter than before as his face showed his hunger for her.
    “Pomona herself could not be so lovely.” His
deep voice whispered around her like incense from an altar.
    Anthea shook her head. “You shouldn’t tempt
the anger of the gods.”
    “Nothing is more tempting than you