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back. He grew as rigid as the stones behind her.
    Canus raised one of her thighs, widening the moist passage to her cunt. “Freshly shaved. Such a treat.” He knelt and rested her leg over his shoulder. “Shall I show my gratitude?”
    His warm breath against her skin ignited a ferocious carnal appetite. She could wait no longer to be satisfied. She pulled his mouth closer, feeling the scruff of his cheek brush her inner thigh.
    He nuzzled at her lower lips, as if savoring her perfumed aroma, before burying his tongue deep into her pussy.
    “Oh, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, Canus.”
    He splayed the creamy folds with his fingers and fervently licked her clit. Her receptive bulb swelled as he stoked the fiery tingles rising from her erogenous zone, sending out concentric ripples of pleasure.
    She stabbed her nails into his scalp. “Right there!”
    He whirled his tongue round and round her sweet spot until Marcella reached her sensual apex. Her body quaked under continual waves of luscious rapture. She came so intensely that her arms fell limply to her sides and her standing knee buckled.
    Canus gripped her ass to save her from falling. With both hands, he hoisted her up to straddle his waist. She held on to his broad shoulders, cringing as he entered her.
    “Apologies.” He paused halfway into her balmy sheath, letting her adjust to his large size. “I forgot more than a week has passed since we were last together.” A day without her was too long. She was his beacon, lighting his path from near madness to serene lucidity, and he always came back. Now he would make her come, in his way.
    “I grow tighter with anticipation of our meetings. Do not stop.”
    She seemed to enjoy the brief discomfort, saying it gave way to a heightened euphoria. He enjoyed showing he was in charge. He could hurt her or please her because she belonged to him.
    He delayed his full entry until she gnawed her lip and bucked her hips for him to proceed. He smiled and eased her onto the remaining length of his pulsating shaft. He bounced her to and fro, causing the veins along each of his biceps to stick out like ropes as he thrived inside her weeping cunt.
    Her muscles clamped around him, and she panted harder and louder in a chorus of blissful din. He covered her mouth with one hand, muffling her cries. “Shh, you will wake the dead.”
    He slowed their pace until Marcella stifled her moans. He raised her hips higher so only the tip of his cock was inside. With a flurry of vertical jerks, growing bigger at each pump, the joyous pressure reached critical mass, and he burst within her.
    His body relaxed, followed by a slight shudder from the amount of muscular energy he expelled when he climaxed. She possessed the power to make him, a gladiator, quiver. It was a boastful victory and a win for both.
    “Ahh,” he expressed between labored inhales and exhales. “I needed that.”
    “Yes. I do not know what I would do without you. If you perish in the games, my heart will explode from my chest.”
    “Pity to ruin such a lovely pair of breasts.” He pulled out and moved them to lie on the cot.
    “Do not jest when you know I have a right to be afraid.”
    “I promise, I will not die in the games. I only fight in the smaller arenas, Capua, Liternum, Atella. Those men are not fit to be called gladiators. They are untrained slaves and criminals who pose no challenge. The Coliseum is the real hazard. Skilled warriors and wild animals are released there. Your father rarely sends us.”
    “You say it as if you miss those battles.”
    “I miss the roar of the crowd and the applause so loud your ears ache. I am happy to have those memories because my career is ending. My ribs have never healed right since my last fight there.” He poked at his side. “It sometimes hurts to swing my sword. I think the head trainer senses it and means to name me his second in command.”
    “Lurco means to retire, I mean, promote you?”
    He weighed both words.