Warriors of Poseidon 06 - Atlantis Betrayed

from behind and put his arms around her. “You live in a mansion, my ninja. You’re pretty lucky yourself.”
    “We survived a vampire attack, too,” she reminded him. “We’re both pretty lucky.”
    “That’s skill. Not my first vampire attack.” He kissed his way down the side of her neck, enjoying her shivers, and then he slowly reached around in front of her and unfastened her silk trousers.
    “Christophe,” she gasped, capturing his hand. “What are you doing? Someone could see.”
    “Not unless they can see through walls, and there’s not a single recorded incidence of that in the history of Atlantis.” He pointed to the walls dividing his balcony from its neighbors and then to the solid barrier in front, which covered her completely from toes to just under her waist.
    “Nobody can see me do this, for example,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand down her silken belly to find the nest of curls between her thighs. “Or this,” as his hand moved even lower, and he traced her clitoris ever so lightly with the tip of his finger.
    Her sharply indrawn breath was her only reply, so he nibbled the edge of her ear and whispered a few suggestions as to what he’d like to do to her. She stood perfectly still, except for pushing her hips back until his cock was nestled against the sweetly firm cheeks of her still-covered ass.
    “I want to hold your breasts in my hands.”
    “No, someone might see,” she said breathlessly. “We should go inside.”
    “We will. But first I want to watch you come in the bright magic of Atlantean sunlight.” With that he slid his fingers farther down, until they touched her liquid heat. He coated his finger in the slick wetness and then rubbed up and along her clit again, causing her to buck against him.
    “Christophe, I can’t—we can’t—”
    Atlantis Betrayed – Warriors of Poseidon 06
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    “Oh, yes, we can,” he said, tilting his head to take her mouth. He kissed her long and hard while his fingers continued their play, until she started shaking in his arms.
    “Now, please, I want you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth.
    “Your wish is my command.” He unfastened his own pants and then pulled hers down as he leaned forward slightly, bending her just the tiniest bit over the rail.
    “Now, you said,” he reminded her. He plunged the thick head of his cock into her silken sheath and she bit her lip against crying out. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, inch by blissful inch, he entered her, his body barely moving, until his cock was so deep inside her that he felt like part of her. He stood perfectly still, unmoving, as she clenched around him, and then his fingers resumed their rhythmic stroking on her swollen clit.
    “You have to move,” she whispered. “You’re driving me crazy.”
    “That’s the idea,” he said, alternating pressure with his fingers. Firm, then gentle. Rapidly, then slowly.
    “Oh, no. There’s someone coming.” There was real panic in her voice, so Christophe reminded her that nobody could see her from the waist down, especially from the ground below.
    “Hail, Christophe,” the man called up. It was one of the palace gardeners. “You owe me another chance at darts.”
    “Soon,” he promised, waving to the man in hopes he’d get the hint and move on. Which he did, thank Poseidon.
    Fiona collapsed forward onto her folded arms, which rested on the balcony ledge. “I can’t believe that I—that we—oh.”
    “Well, we didn’t yet, but we’re going to, now.” He withdrew a little and then, grasping her hip with the hand not busy driving her to an exquisite madness, he thrust into her, hard. “I told you nobody can see you.”
    “Of course. Nobody can see me. Why didn’t I think of that?”
    A split second later, she disappeared, for all intents and purposes. He stood holding her ass, his cock buried in her warm, sweet heat, but all he could see of her was a swirl of light and shadow.
    It was simultaneously the oddest and most erotic experience of his life.
    “I won’t come without being able to see your beautiful face, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make an invisible woman have an orgasm right here on my balcony,” he said, teasing her, his fingers stroking harder now.
    She bucked against him, frantic now, trying to get him to move, but he laughed and held her still against him, barely pulsing his cock in tiny movements inside her. The rhythm of his motion matched that of his