Page 88 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Wetting my lips because speaking seemed far harder than it should be, I lifted my hands to curl them around the back of his neck.

“I don’t share either.” Then I tilted my head and slanted my mouth over his, nibbling at the soft pillow that formed his bottom lip.

He groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest, kissing me back in earnest and lowering his body to press it fully against me.

His cock, where it touched my belly, felt searing hot, and he felt larger than he’d looked.

It excited me; I knew he was going to take care of me in every way—Kitan always did.

I couldn’t wait to find out what we could do together.

There were no words spoken as we kissed at first, nor when Kitan nibbled along my neck, making his way lower and lower until his lips reached the tips of my eager breasts.

My own hands couldn’t stay still as he used his to keep his full weight off me, touching me only with his mouth.

I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently, then trailed down the smooth planes of his back, eager to explore the muscled landscape.

Shifting a leg, I tilted my pelvis to press my wetness against his shaft, moaning when it pressed just right against my clit.

I hooked one foot around his thick thigh, running it up so I could press him down against me with my heel, digging it into the curve of his ass.

The results were fantastic; Kitan groaned again and stopped his maddening teasing at my breast.

I didn’t mourn the loss because he was grabbing my legs with his hands and spreading me wide, settling himself between my thighs and licking me from my opening all the way up to my clit in a single move.

I moaned, and he made an eager growling sound before diving in for more, licking at my clit with the tip of his tongue and swirling a finger into my sheath, curling with maddening precision.

It was easy to trust Kitan, to accept his mastery over my body.

Letting go, I came with a keening cry. My orgasm rose through me, hot and swift.

My entire body shuddered; that hadn’t happened last time, though I did again clamp down with my legs—this time right around Kitan’s head, my fingers digging into his half-long, curly hair.

When he managed to pry himself from between my quivering thighs, he was grinning hugely.

It was that typical Kitan grin I loved so much—slightly mischievous, slightly crooked, with a sparkle in his golden eyes.

My heart stuttered a little at the sight of it.

I’d do anything for this male; I really would.

I’d found my home—it was here with him, no matter what happened.

It felt selfish to let him risk suffering the loss of me so soon.

Because no matter what we’d bargained for, no matter what hopes we held, I still didn’t believe I’d make it.

Maybe that’s why I did what I did next. Sitting up, I pushed Kitan over and tried my very best to worship every inch of his body. I needed him to know how much he meant to me, how much I adored him, and that I wanted to take care of him, for a change.

Not that it was a hardship in any way—licking across the dots that slashed diagonally across his biceps, rubbing my face against his pectoral muscles, and even daring to nibble his nipples, laving them with my tongue.

That was fun; he moaned and gasped when I did that, his hips shifting restlessly.

When I moved lower across his body, licking at the lines between his abs, his muscles went tense, and his breathing stuttered.

“Chloe, you don’t have to,” he murmured, his fingers finding their way into my hair and gently tugging to pull my head up.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I poked out my tongue.

“You don’t want this?” Dipping down, I surprised him by licking him from the root of his thick shaft all the way to the tip.

The hiss that escaped his lips was bitten off, transforming into a moan when I swirled my tongue around the round tip, lapping at the salty taste there.

“Chloe…” That didn’t sound like any kind of protest; that sounded like encouragement.

I’d never done this before, but it seemed obvious what he’d like.

Besides, I’d watched the entertainment feeds; I had some idea of what to do.

I mean, it wasn’t like the pirates had been shy about these things, either; they’d talked frequently about the things they liked.

Yuck at the time, but maybe somewhat helpful now.

Sucking the tip into my mouth, I hollowed my cheeks and focused on sliding him deeper, avidly watching through my lashes to see how that made him respond.

His cheeks had flushed pink beneath the dramatic line that streaked across his face.

His golden eyes were fixed on me, glowing fiercely in the semi-dark.

With his sharp canine teeth, he’d bitten down into his bottom lip, holding in a sound.

Still in control, then. Let’s see if I could unravel that.

Knowing he’d want a rhythm, I tested how best to manage the push and pull, bobbing my head as I swallowed as much of him as I could before pulling back up.

I loved the way his eyes rolled back each time I sank him deep, even if my own eyes watered a little.

Using a hand, I stroked the lower portion of his cock—the part that didn’t fit into my mouth—marveling at the bumpy texture near his base and spiraling up halfway along his length.

Was that going to feel good inside of me?

Just imagining it was making me wetter, so I thought it would.

To ease the tingling between my legs, I shifted to straddle one of his thighs.

It was rock hard, and when I pressed against it, that felt so good that I did it again, rubbing against him in time with my treatment of his cock.

Now he moaned, low and loud, “My Chloe, damn, that’s so sexy. ”

Humming around his erection, I felt him twitch in response to the vibrations, so I did it again. When more of his taste hit my tongue, I closed my eyes to savor the salty flavor. I hadn’t realized he’d taste like that, or that I’d like it, but I did.

“Enough, stop…” Kitan suddenly exclaimed, and he pulled me off him with a pop, groaning and shifting his hips again, as if he wanted to stay right where he was. His face looked flushed, strained. I felt smug for having done that to him. After what we’d been through, he deserved to feel good.

“Why did you stop me?” I asked, rubbing the back of my hand over my mouth to wipe away the saliva wetting my lips. He didn’t answer in words. Instead, his hands gripped my hips and slid me in a delicious grind up his muscled thigh.

“Because…” I was sent spinning the next moment, and he pinned me to the bed, hovering over me.

“I’m going to come inside your pretty little cunt.

I’m staking my claim.” My body clenched in anticipation, heat rising rapidly.

I didn’t know what it would feel like, but I knew that Kitan would make me feel good.

“Yes!” I told him, spreading my legs and welcoming his body between them.

His cock was slick from my mouth, and my pussy was slick from my arousal and his previous ministrations.

When he settled himself against me, his erection slid between my folds, rubbing against my clit.

The sensation shot a sharp lance of pleasure through my womb, and I gasped, “Yes, more.”

He grinned as he balanced above me, leaning on one elbow near my head.

His free hand slid down my body, teasing my breast, tracing the curve of my waist, then fisting his cock so he could purposely rub it against me, giving me the friction I desired.

“Like that, do you, my pretty mate?” he husked, his golden eyes focused on where our most private places met, watching how he rubbed himself against me.

I could only whimper in response, but that was probably all that he required anyway.

With an intense expression on his face, he shifted his hips and lined up the tip to my channel.

“Relax, breathe out; this’ll make you feel good.

It’s a promise.” I had every faith that it would, so I canted my hips and nudged closer, groaning when his tip slid in—burning and stretching.

The mild bite of pain, so good combined with the heat, the closeness, the way he rubbed a finger over my clit.

He started shallow thrusts, pushing himself a little further in with each pass, his chest covered in sweat.

Each move he made seemed to draw a little groan from somewhere deep in his body, and I reveled in the sounds.

When he was halfway in, I felt the first of the little bumps at the top of his shaft.

They rubbed just right, and my entire body shivered. “Oh… that’s so good.”

And if he leaned forward, I knew just what would happen—I wanted that.

Reaching up, I clutched my hands around his neck and pulled him close, shifting my hips to take him deeper.

“Now, all of it,” I urged, and with a growl Kitan’s restraint snapped, and his hips surged forward.

He went deep; he stretched me to the hilt.

I’d never known sensations quite like it before, but the way his pelvis now pressed against me was perfect.

Kitan knew this too; his eyes flared once—the only warning I had.

Then he moved, thrusting against me, the bumps rubbing against my walls, against that magical spot inside.

His pelvis ground against my clit with each motion.

I was rapidly spiraling out of control, my orgasm shocking me with its intensity.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I saw black.

I think my nails scratched into Kitan’s back as I clung to him tightly.

He groaned again and then growled when I felt how my body clamped down on him so hard that his thrusts stuttered.

I felt his cock twitch hard inside me as he came, his mouth suddenly coming down to clamp around my throat, sharp canines pricking my skin.

Everything in me tensed and clamped down a second time, twitching hard in surprise.

It was like a second, smaller orgasm right on top of the first.

Wow… That was amazing. I couldn’t believe it could be like this, though I’d suspected something fantastic. “Kitan… That was perfect,” I murmured into his hair. There was a muffled sound, and then his weight shifted on top of me, his cock still deep inside of me, twitching.

Lifting his head, I saw that his eyes were shiny, like he was on the verge of tears. “That was beautiful,” he concurred softly. “I’m not too heavy?”

Shaking my head, I lifted a hand to press against the side of his face.

“No. I can take it.” He pressed his face into my palm and closed his eyes, leaning against me like that for a moment.

Eventually, he rolled carefully off me and disappeared into the bathroom.

I missed his warmth immediately, but I was a sticky mess between my legs, so he probably had the right idea.

We cleaned up together in the shower stall, and I got distracted when I offered to soap up his back, enjoying petting all those pretty muscles far too much—so much that warmth tingled between my thighs.

“Chloe… you smell so good,” Kitan husked out.

Twirling, he snatched me up, pinned me to the shower wall, and made love to me a second time.

Afterward, we were clean, but I was a little sore, and, of course, he was far too perceptive not to notice that I winced as I walked out of the bathroom.

He had me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.

“I should have remembered this was your first time, my lovely mate. Now you are hurting. I’m sorry. ”

I rolled my eyes. “So worth it.” Thankfully, that made him laugh.