Warriors of Poseidon 04 - Atlantis Unmasked

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    He clasped his hands together under his head and forced himself to say nothing while hot rage seared through him. It was ridiculous. It was incomprehensible. Of course she had known other lovers.
     
    And yet the thought of her with another man sent a crushing primal fury swamping through his brain.
     
    “Alexios? Did I say something wrong?”
     
    Her voice was hesitant, and for an instant she reminded him of a shy young dolphin he‟d played with as a child. Coming closer, then backing away. Wanting to make contact, but somehow afraid. Grace was like that, and yet she‟d gathered all her courage to reach out to him and he was wasting time on useless jealousy.
     
    “I am sorry, mi amara . I just felt an emotion heretofore unknown to me through all the years of my existence,” he said, grinning ruefully. “Not that this is a particularly good time for me to remind you of our age difference.”
     
    “Well, you‟re only as old as you feel, or so they say. Most days, that makes me around five hundred years old. So I guess I‟m really too old for you,” she said, shyly returning his smile.
     
    He laughed and then dared to touch her again, tracing the line of her jaw with his fingertip. She shivered and goose bumps rose on her lovely skin. He pulled the thick blankets over them both and something in her face relaxed a little.
     
    “I‟m not exactly used to lying around naked with men,” she admitted. “I guess I‟m a little nervous.”
     
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    Alexios felt the rage try to build in his nerve endings again. “I have a confession to make, and I am not proud of it. The emotion to which I was referring is jealousy, and it would be much easier for me if you would save any talk of other men until I‟m not lying next to you with your taste on my lips.”
     
    The hot blush rose in her cheeks again, but she nodded. “Okay, I get it. It‟s a little hard for me, too, if I start thinking about how many women you‟ve been with over the course of all those centuries. Speaking of which, we need to have the safe-sex talk.” She blushed even harder.
     
    “I can neither catch nor transmit any human illness, and pregnancy is not a concern unless a warrior has made a petition to Poseidon for permission,” he gently assured her.
     
    “Oh. Well. That‟s good. I, um, well, now that we have that out of the way, can we go back to the kissing?” She rolled onto her side facing him and grinned, and he was glad to see her shyness fading and his Grace return. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, and he opened his mouth to her, delighting when her tongue hesitantly swept inside to claim his mouth.
     
    But the heat of her touch drove the hunger, and hunger drove need, until his cock, which had softened a little while they talked, pulsed urgently with the demand that he be inside her. Inside her hot wetness. Plunging in and out of her in the same rhythm his fingers had earlier known in her body. Fucking her until she came, hard, clamping around his cock.
     
    He changed the kiss, deepened it, drove his own tongue into her mouth. Angled his head to take even more, raised onto his side, and gently pushed her onto her back so that her body was open to him and he was free to explore it with his hand while he kissed her.
     
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    He cupped each of her breasts and rubbed his thumb back and forth against each hardened nipple, still kissing her, still catching her tiny moans in his mouth. Then his hand moved lower, to her silky belly, and he splayed his fingers there, where his child would grow if he had petitioned Poseidon for such a gift.
     
    The thought was oddly appealing, and that in itself was a little frightening. Never before had he even considered the idea of fathering a child. But the combination of making love to Grace and, perhaps, seeing Prince Aidan was working on him subconsciously.
    But just then Grace lifted her hand to his back and gently ran the tips of her short nails down his skin, sending shivers through him. His thoughts shifted from wistful longing to an urgent, driving hunger, and he needed to have her.
     
    He needed to have her now.
     
    Grace wanted him to stop thinking. Now. He‟d been toying with her long enough, and really, a girl could only take so much. She let her hand drop to that lovely, perfect butt of his and she squeezed. He jerked