Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Can you lie with me?” she whispers.
“I will do whatever pleases, my Venus,” I say as I climb onto the mattress, shifting it and raising her up with the tremendous weight of my body.
“I just need someone to hold me,” she says as she turns back toward the wall. “Can you hold me?”
“I’m already holding you in my heart,” I whisper as I wrap a big arm around her. “I can hold your body too.”
She grips my wrist with her tiny hands and pulls my arm against her like she’s never going to let me go. I pray to the gods that she doesn’t.
It’s not long before her body relaxes and her breathing deepens. She’s fallen fast asleep, safe in my arms where she belongs.
I spend the next wondrous hours breathing in the intoxicating smell of her hair, feeling the fleshy abundance of her breasts against my arm, and wondering what I have done to please the gods such that they would provide me with this virginal sacrifice.
My cock rages, but I keep it at bay, not wanting to defile this virginal beauty just yet. There will be plenty of time for that. But right now, I just want to hold her like she asked of me.
When she turns on her back hours later and I’m treated to the calm beauty of her ethereal face, I know I’m in love. I watch the delicate curve of her cheeks, the supernal hue of her lips, the serenity of her closed eyes until the morning sun creeps in through the one window down the hall.
And for the first time in my life, I have something to lose.
Chapter Three
Elovissa
“How long have you been watching me?” I ask when I open my eyes in the morning and see Kaeso’s warm protective gaze washing down on me.
“Not long,” he whispers.
“All night?” I’m kidding, but the stiffness in his jaw gives him away. He’s looking at me like I’ve always dreamed a man would look at me. With love. With adoration. Not with a creepiness that sneaks under my skin like the stare of Manius.
“I could watch you until the end of time,” he whispers as he gently pulls back a hair from my face with his thick fingers.
This man is the most powerful being I’ve ever seen, yet he is as gentle with me as a mother with her newborn infant. It warms my heart to witness such a rough, brutish man be so tender and delicate. It is so different from what I’ve been witnessing since I was taken from the forest.
For the first time since I left home, I’ve met a man with a good heart and a tender touch. He doesn’t have to be this way. I’m a slave. He can do whatever he wants to me. He can be as rough and barbaric as he desires. It’s his right.
But he chooses to love and worship me instead.
Unfortunately, there aren’t many men like him in this cruel world.
I shift in the bed and feel a long hard rod pressing against my thigh. At first, I think it must be a weapon he has hanging from his belt, but he groans when I push into it and I realize it’s his towering manhood.
Of course, a man of his incredible size would have an equally large member, but by the foot of Vesta, that is large. And thick.
It sends a warmth billowing from my core that travels straight to my womanhood, making it wet with need.
I don’t even know how a monstrous member like that would fit into a small body like mine, but something deep and dark inside of me wants to discover how it can.
“Where do you come from, my Venus?” he whispers in a deep gruff voice that’s oozing with adoration. “Did the gods send you here for me?”
I shake my head and tell him about the wedding, the escape, the abduction. I haven’t talked openly with anyone since it happened but it comes pouring out now. For some reason, I feel safe here in Kaeso’s powerful arms. I haven’t felt this safe and protected since the day my mother told me I was to be betrothed, willing or not, to Marius.
“We walked for weeks.” A horrible shiver racks my tired bones just from thinking about the hot unrelenting sun, the ruthless blisters, the terrifying crack of the whip and the blinding pain that followed. “About two hundred of us. Men, women, children. I think they were stolen from a village outside the borders of the Empire. Probably Germania from the sound of their tongue. I didn’t understand any of them.”
His large hand squeezes into a fist as the anger rolls off him like an unstoppable tide. I feel a tremble of fear even though I don’t believe this man would ever hurt me. But there’s still an uneasiness to being around such a primitive fury such as his. “Did they hurt you?”