Page 309 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Then he dragged a single finger through my folds, and I heard how wet and slick I was.

He twirled that digit around my clit, and lightning arced through my bloodstream.

Everything in me clenched up tight, a moan spilling from my lips that I couldn’t possibly stop.

He immediately paused what he was doing, shaking a warning finger at me. “Quiet, Tally.”

I bared my teeth at him, starting to get fed up with his pace.

I wanted him to fill me with his cock, and he hadn’t even taken off his clothing yet.

This wasn’t fair; he hadn’t been like this before.

That had been passionate and hasty, we’d shared mutual touching at a frantic pace.

This time, he was the one completely in control; all I could do was surrender to him.

His finger speared my passage, stretching me, his thumb rubbing at my clit.

More lightning filled my blood, my orgasm so close I thought I was going to burst apart.

He leaned in, his nose skimming over my little pearl, his tongue dipping in for a taste.

I thought he’d finally give me the release I craved, but nothing with Eoin was ever simple.

Pulling back, he even pulled his finger out, grinning as he sat on his knees at my feet.

I couldn’t move, I was entirely vulnerable, and there he was, sitting in front of me in his clothes, acting like he had all the time in the world.

“Eoin!” I whined at him as quietly as I could, hoping that didn’t break the ‘be quiet’ rule.

In response, his mercury eyes glinted at me, as changeable and alien as always.

His sleek, silver-, green-, and bronze-flecked skin gleamed when he yanked his shirt over his head.

Yes, finally! I greedily took in the heavy pectoral muscles he revealed, the trail of washboard abs leading into his pants.

His arm bulged, the bicep standing out with a vein running along one side.

Flicking open the tab, he freed his cock from its confines.

My eyes were drawn to it, watching as he pumped his fist around his thick length, pleasure filling his face, his eyes fixed on my weeping passage as he did it.

“Are you going to let me fill you, Tally?” he asked, his voice deep and gritty from strain. I watched as his silvery cock twitched in his hands, the thick mushroom head flaring sharply at the edges. I knew he’d fill me to capacity, that it would burn as he stretched me, and I wanted it so badly.

I nodded frantically and was finally rewarded when he freed my legs from my pants entirely.

He hooked each of my knees around his hips, his hands lifting my ass into the air as he aligned the thick head of his cock with my opening.

With a hiss of pleasure, he arrowed inside me.

That thrust was meant to conquer, meant to own, and own me he did.

My body spasming around his intrusion, I felt every inch of him, and I felt claimed.

“My Tally,” he groaned when he was fully seated, “so wet, so snug. You were made just for me, weren’t you?

” he asked, but I was too busy feeling to answer those husky words.

His fingers dug into my skin as he pulled out and thrust back inside, and my body fought to keep him close, ankles locking at his back, arching to meet him.

If I had my hands free, I would have clutched them over my mouth to muffle my noises.

I couldn’t—he wouldn’t let me up—so I pulled on the shackles around my wrists and bit my bottom lip as I struggled not to moan out loud.

It excited him, I could see it in his eyes, and from the wet, squelching sounds issuing with each push of his cock, it was obvious it turned me on too.

I was so close to coming, hovering on that edge with each meeting of our bodies. Our eyes never left each other, as if an invisible string connected us, pulling us together—like I was seeing into his soul, and he was seeing into mine.

When something pressed against my clit, I shuddered, that orgasm finally cresting.

My legs trembled, a moan escaping, which Eoin muffled with a hand over my mouth.

I knew he wasn’t touching my clit with his hands, he was doing something else, something only he could do.

I felt it when his slick cock became textured and nubbed inside me, scraping just right over my G-spot.

My orgasm spiraled into a second one, and I bit at the fingers he was pressing over my lips to keep quiet and not wake the baby.

Eoin’s eyes became even shinier and more intense above me, his mouth dropping open in an O.

His cock kicked inside my passage, and then his final thrusts became harsh and erratic as seed exploded from him, bathing my insides.

He was completely quiet, making that part seem effortless, even though his legs were trembling and sweat dotted his brow.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “You are perfect, Tori.” When he withdrew from me, I could see that a metal protrusion had formed at the base of his cock, much like the shape of a rabbit vibrator.

Little rings and nubs glittered silver around his glistening member, and as I watched, each shimmer of metal seemed to dissolve and reabsorb back into his skin.

He hadn’t done that last time. No wonder I still felt the lingering effects of pleasure, it was making my body go limp.

That was crazy. That was the most intense round of sex of my life.

Eoin released me from his improvised shackles just like he’d turned his cock from something that looked like a sextoy back into a normal-looking dick—if you accepted the fact that his cock was silver and copper in color.

He was smirking because I kept looking at it, and as soon as I realized, I snapped my eyes up to his face.

“Come on, let me get you cleaned up. We should get some rest,” he said more gently. He massaged my wrists with his agile fingers, making sure I was all right after he’d tied me up. I loved that tender care almost as much as the sex itself. I could always trust Eoin to take care of me. I knew that.

So, when we had washed and crawled back into bed, I was happy to curl up against his wide chest and let him shelter me with his solid presence.

If only I could be happy with that—to always be sheltered that way—if I could do that, I’d never leave his arms. That moment we’d shared, that eye contact, I felt like I knew him better now.

I could only hope that he understood me better, too.