Centurion's Honor (Imperial Desires, Book One) by Nadia Aidan Page B
Authors: Nadia Aidan
Tags: Erótica
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naked body was now flush against hers.
She spun around but did not speak. She could not admit her fears to them. They would think her desperate, they would think her a fool for reading more into something than there was. She looked away, unable to bear the heavy weight of his searching gaze.
Yet she had no other choice but to stare at him when he cupped her cheek with his hand and lifted her chin. “But you will not tell us,” Cassius said on a heavy sigh. “You still do not fully trust us, you still do not fully understand.” His eyes narrowed. “But you shall.”
That raised her brows. “Understand? Understand wha—”
He halted her next words with a single finger against her lips.
Her heart skipped a beat at the heated look in his eyes, full of desire, and something else?
Waves lapped against the marble tiles along the sides of the pool, breaking the silence, as Titus slipped into the water.
Cassius never did answer her. He never did tell her what it was she needed to understand.
That nagged at her until he brought his lips to hers and she forgot everything, for the moment, she even forgot how to breathe.
Cassius held Anan within the circle of his arms, his lips sealed tightly to hers, his tongue plundering inside to taste her sweet nectar, the pure feminine essence that radiated from her.
Anan’s wet, naked curves against his flesh, softened against the hard muscled planes of his body, yielding to his strength, to his dominance. The contrasts ignited a primitive awareness within him and the blood in his veins pumped through him like a hot geyser until his insides burned with molten fire.
His hands found their way to her cheeks, his fingers gentle against her skin. He deepened the kiss, his tongue going deeper. With his body he sought to convey what she did not seem to understand, what even he did not seem to understand himself.
He abruptly ripped his mouth from hers, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and he stared down at her.
These emotions she invoked, Cassius had only felt them once before. His gaze found Titus, who stood behind Anan. With the nod of his head, he gave Titus permission to touch her.
And when he did, when the three of their bodies were connected, every part of them entwined, he felt a rightness in his heart, all the way to the depths of his very soul.
A tremor raced through him at the knowledge of what all this meant. This one woman had the power to hurt him, to hurt Titus. He trailed a finger along her cheek, across the full softness of her lips. When she sighed, her breath warming his fingertips, he could no longer deny the truth.
He settled his mouth against hers again, in a kiss that warmed every inch of him, that inflamed every part of him. It was a foolish, reckless thing to do, for all their differences made it an impossibility to have a future together, but no longer could he deny that Anan was a part of them, she owned a piece of them now. Was it love? He could not say, nor could he speak for Titus, or Anan for that matter, but neither could he pretend that his heart did not beat faster when she touched him, when her gaze found its way to him.
When she looked at him, smiled at him, it was as if the sun shone only on him, as if the heavens favored only him.
Yes, this was a foolish, reckless, dangerous thing to do, but one was powerless against the needs of the heart.
Anan clung to Cassius, her hand twisting in the wet locks of his hair. He kissed her with a desperation, an urgency that bespoke of more than a kiss, more than just the physical yearnings of his body. He kissed her as if his soul was tortured, conflicted.
She wondered again of what it was she was supposed to understand. She wondered if the way he kissed her had anything to do with it. Because if it did, she already understood, and she understood well, the yearnings, the demands of one’s needs that were at odds with one’s mind, their very sanity.
This was a foolish thing to do, to open herself to
She spun around but did not speak. She could not admit her fears to them. They would think her desperate, they would think her a fool for reading more into something than there was. She looked away, unable to bear the heavy weight of his searching gaze.
Yet she had no other choice but to stare at him when he cupped her cheek with his hand and lifted her chin. “But you will not tell us,” Cassius said on a heavy sigh. “You still do not fully trust us, you still do not fully understand.” His eyes narrowed. “But you shall.”
That raised her brows. “Understand? Understand wha—”
He halted her next words with a single finger against her lips.
Her heart skipped a beat at the heated look in his eyes, full of desire, and something else?
Waves lapped against the marble tiles along the sides of the pool, breaking the silence, as Titus slipped into the water.
Cassius never did answer her. He never did tell her what it was she needed to understand.
That nagged at her until he brought his lips to hers and she forgot everything, for the moment, she even forgot how to breathe.
Cassius held Anan within the circle of his arms, his lips sealed tightly to hers, his tongue plundering inside to taste her sweet nectar, the pure feminine essence that radiated from her.
Anan’s wet, naked curves against his flesh, softened against the hard muscled planes of his body, yielding to his strength, to his dominance. The contrasts ignited a primitive awareness within him and the blood in his veins pumped through him like a hot geyser until his insides burned with molten fire.
His hands found their way to her cheeks, his fingers gentle against her skin. He deepened the kiss, his tongue going deeper. With his body he sought to convey what she did not seem to understand, what even he did not seem to understand himself.
He abruptly ripped his mouth from hers, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and he stared down at her.
These emotions she invoked, Cassius had only felt them once before. His gaze found Titus, who stood behind Anan. With the nod of his head, he gave Titus permission to touch her.
And when he did, when the three of their bodies were connected, every part of them entwined, he felt a rightness in his heart, all the way to the depths of his very soul.
A tremor raced through him at the knowledge of what all this meant. This one woman had the power to hurt him, to hurt Titus. He trailed a finger along her cheek, across the full softness of her lips. When she sighed, her breath warming his fingertips, he could no longer deny the truth.
He settled his mouth against hers again, in a kiss that warmed every inch of him, that inflamed every part of him. It was a foolish, reckless thing to do, for all their differences made it an impossibility to have a future together, but no longer could he deny that Anan was a part of them, she owned a piece of them now. Was it love? He could not say, nor could he speak for Titus, or Anan for that matter, but neither could he pretend that his heart did not beat faster when she touched him, when her gaze found its way to him.
When she looked at him, smiled at him, it was as if the sun shone only on him, as if the heavens favored only him.
Yes, this was a foolish, reckless, dangerous thing to do, but one was powerless against the needs of the heart.
Anan clung to Cassius, her hand twisting in the wet locks of his hair. He kissed her with a desperation, an urgency that bespoke of more than a kiss, more than just the physical yearnings of his body. He kissed her as if his soul was tortured, conflicted.
She wondered again of what it was she was supposed to understand. She wondered if the way he kissed her had anything to do with it. Because if it did, she already understood, and she understood well, the yearnings, the demands of one’s needs that were at odds with one’s mind, their very sanity.
This was a foolish thing to do, to open herself to
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