Warriors of Poseidon 06 - Atlantis Betrayed

together.”
    He raised his head, his eyes widening with disbelief or wonder. “Are you sure? I won’t offer you an out again. I’m finding I like having you around.”
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    She tried out her best seductive smile. “You may like me even more when I tell you I’ve absolutely nothing on underneath this dress. How long will that mind control hold over the guard?”
    Christophe almost fell over. She wasn’t leaving. She wasn’t abandoning him, although she wasn’t sure how to believe him about Atlantis or even his age. No, instead, she was walking toward him, smiling a wicked little smile, all but asking him to take her.
     
    Who was he to turn down a lady?
    He pounced on her, lifting her off her feet and into a fierce embrace. He found her mouth and devoured it, kissing her with all the relief and hunger he felt. A stark, implacable knowledge had risen deep inside him and was consuming him with forbidden flames.
    She was his.
    He put her lovely ass down on the nearest table and pulled her legs around him as he stepped into the cradle of her thighs.
    “Really? Isn’t that terribly decadent behavior for a princess?” He kissed his way down the side of her neck, kissed her delicate collarbones, and then kissed the rounded tops of her breasts. “Do you know, I’ve wanted to pop you out of this all evening?”
    He proceeded to do just that, encouraged by her indrawn breath and the flush rising on her pearly skin.
    He scooped first her left, then her right breast out of the fabric of the dress and sighed in utter satisfaction at the sight of her rosy nipples hardening and pointing at him. “Like tiny little Atlantean blushberries,” he murmured. “Just begging me to suck on them.”
    He pulled gently, them more firmly, on her nipple with his tongue and lips, his cock hard as tempered steel and growing harder by the second as she whimpered and pulled his head toward her with her hands.
    “Oh, that’s so good—oh, wait. Someone could walk in any moment,” she whispered urgently.
    “And that’s even more exciting for you, isn’t it?” He stood and stared into her eyes, while he slid his hands up from her ankles to her knees, pulling her knees farther apart, and then from her knees to her inner thighs, which were trembling. “We could be caught by any one of those aristocratic ninnies.”
    Her breath caught. “What about Fairsby?”
    “They’re gone, remember? Oh, what’s this?” His fingers found liquid heat. “Are you wet for me, Lady Fiona?”
    She trembled in his arms. “All the time, it seems,” she confessed in a whisper. “If not mind control, what have you done to me?”
    “The same thing you’ve done to me, I hope. And I plan to do it again, right now. Right here.” He kissed her again, then unfastened his pants and released his straining cock. “I’m going to fuck you right here in the middle of the British Museum, and you’re going to love it.”
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    She caught his face between her hands. “You’re going to love it, too,” she said fiercely.
    He centered his cock and plunged into her, and was rewarded by her tiny cry. “Oh, yeah.”
    She stopped him. “Condom?”
    “Fiona, I swear to you on my oath as a warrior that we are safe.”
    She looked deeply into his eyes for a long moment, an eternity of a moment, and he had all but resigned himself to calling up an icy cold shower when she nodded.
    “Yes. I believe you.”
    “Thank you,” he said fervently, but then he didn’t talk for a while, because he was too busy kissing her.
    He kissed her while he drove his cock into her warm, wet center; plunging deeper and deeper into her, answering every lift of her hips with another thrust. He couldn’t get enough of her—he wanted her over and over, in every way possible.
    He wanted her for always. The thought made him thrust deeper.
    Her sheath tightened around him and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. “I’m—oh, I’m coming, Christophe. Please, harder. Faster.”
    “Anything for a lady,” he said, his breath coming in harsh, rapid pants. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and off the table, so her full weight was supported in his arms, and thrust harder, deeper, and faster, until she tightened around him and started bucking in his arms. He captured her cry with his mouth and thrust again, releasing his own seed, spurting long and hard into her