Warriors of Poseidon 04 - Atlantis Unmasked

palm up, toward Grace. In the exact center lay one of his daggers. “In return, I ask you a favor. If something should go wrong—if I should endanger you in any way—you must promise that you will use this on me.”
     
    Her mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me? You want me to promise to, what? Stab you?
    Wow, Alexios, that‟s really setting the mood.”
     
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    He placed the dagger on the bedside table and then turned back to her, grasping one side of her still half-buttoned blouse in each hand. “You want me to set the mood?” His predatory grin glittered in the lamplight. “Watch this.”
     
    With that, he yanked, and the shirt tore open, buttons flying through the air. He knelt in front of her, and being so very careful of her bandaged side, he lifted her breasts in his hands and buried his face between them. She stroked his silky hair and tried not to hyperventilate, but then he moved his head and caught one of her nipples with his mouth and sucked hard, right through the lace of her bra, and her knees went weak. He caught her butt in his big hands and held her in place while he licked and sucked that nipple until she was panting, then switched to the other side and gave her other breast the same treatment.
     
    A kind of gasping moan escaped her throat and he looked up at her, flashing that dangerous smile. “How‟s that mood setting going?” His nimble fingers were suddenly at the front of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, and he was pulling her pants and underwear down her legs before she could breathe or protest or start cheering.
    When the jeans were a puddle at her feet, she lifted a leg to step out of them, but he grasped her left calf in one hand and her right thigh in the other, lifted her left leg over his shoulder and put his mouth on her.
     
    She shrieked a little, then stuffed her fist in her mouth so she didn‟t make any other embarrassing noises that might bring Tiny and his men running, but then she had to say something, had to stop him, surely she should be doing something to pleasure him . . .
    oh. Goddess.
     
    “Alexios,” she moaned. “Please, don‟t . . . we . . . I want to please you.”
     
    He lifted his head and stared up at her, and his eyes were hot with hunger and powerful need. “You are pleasing me. I want to lick you and taste you and suck your honey into my mouth until you scream while you come. I am very pleased.”
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    Then he bent his head to her again and swiped a hot lick of his tongue directly across her core and licked the hard nub of her clit into his mouth and started to suck it the way he‟d sucked her nipple. This time she couldn‟t stop the scream, even with her hand pressed against her mouth, and then she gave up entirely when he put his finger inside her and drove it in and out, first one, then two fingers, in and out rhythmically while he sucked on her, and the world exploded when she came so hard the edges of her vision went fuzzy.
     
    She collapsed forward a little but he was inhumanly quick and caught her, gently, oh so gently, and made sure she didn‟t hurt herself, didn‟t jar her still-healing side. He lifted her onto the bed so carefully, as if she were fragile or delicate or anything but a warrior.
     
    A woman, perhaps. The metamorphosis irrevocably complete.
     
    She sighed with the sheer sated pleasure of it and held her arms out to him when he hesitated. “I‟m cold without you,” she said. “Please. I still need you. I think I need you inside me more than I need to breathe. Please, Alexios. Don‟t leave me alone, yet again. Please.”
     
    Alexios stared down at her, at this woman who was the center of his soul, of his life, and was humbled. “Never. You never have to say „please‟ to me,” he said roughly. “I am yours to command and will be until the end of my years.”
     
    A strangely sad smile crossed her face, and he lowered himself carefully onto the bed next to her, careful not to jostle her injured side. “Tell me. Tell me what else I can do to please you.”
     
    She lowered her lashes, that entrancing blush sweeping across her cheeks again. “I‟d rather you told me what I could do to please you. I‟m not all that great at this. I mean, of course I‟ve done it before, but it wasn‟t—I mean—oh, I sound like an idiot.”
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