Master?” she asked softly.
“Yes. Apparently Julius Titus trained you well in the art of seduction, for I have never had a slave cleanse me with such enthusiasm .”
“Enthusiasm?” Leotine gritted her teeth. Was that comment meant to goad her? Why should it? This was, after all, what she wanted. To pose as his slave.
His eyes flickered in her direction and though he didn’t smile, she sensed his amusement.
“Come. Finish,” he ordered.
Oh she intended to finish and with any luck wipe that smug expression off his handsome face.
Starting at the base of his spine, Leotine massaged every inch of his back, alternating strong kneading motions with feathery strokes. Touching him aroused her so much that by the time she’d finished she was fighting the need to leap on him.
Cyprian’s breathing was frustratingly slow and measured. His eyes had even drifted shut in total relaxation.
She glanced at the sword across the room. If he had fallen asleep, she could possibly kill him now. No. It was too soon and that would be too easy. Once she had gained his trust and that of his slaves, she could attempt to take his life with a greater chance of success. She could steal a blade from the kitchen, perhaps even have access to poison. Though poison only rendered his kind unconscious, it would make killing him that much simpler.
Her hands swept across his broad shoulders then she used her thumbs to caress the back of his neck. The thought of killing this beautiful man, plunging a blade through his chest or burning him alive, suddenly made her sick.
With a grunt of pleasure, he turned onto his back, grasped her hands and tugged her atop him.
Again Leotine straddled him, their gazes locked. This time he deftly removed her tunic and flung it aside. Leotine quivered from head to toe, nearly overwhelmed by the sensation of her bare legs clasping his sides, her clit pressed against his swollen cock.
His gaze followed his hands as they swept over her hips and up her ribs to cup her breasts.
Leotine’s heart thrummed mercilessly. His touch was firm yet gentle and so marvelously warm. He kneaded her breasts and rolled his thumbs over the taut nipples, making them tighten even more. Tiny bumps of pleasure rose on their dark pink areolas.
A low, animal growl rumbled in his chest before he grasped her waist and hauled her up his body. She was forced to brace a hand on either side of his head to keep her balance. The position gave his mouth complete access to her breasts. Capturing one nipple between his lips, he laved it with his tongue.
Leotine gasped with pleasure, little tremors of desire coursing through her. When he sucked hard on the stimulated, berry-shaped nub, she moaned, enflamed by passion.
While he sucked and licked her nipple, his hands caressed her stomach, sides and back. He reached between their bodies and dipped first one, then two fingers inside her, exploring where she was so hot and wet.
“Oh,” she cried. “Oh please, Master, please.”
“Please?” he said between licks and sucks, a teasing edge to his voice that had become husky with desire.
“Please keep touching me.” Leotine gasped and writhed, no longer certain she was simply going along with this charade out of duty. In truth she wanted him to make love with her, give her the release her body strove for so desperately.
He withdrew his fingers that were now slick with her essence and began rubbing her clit. Leotine thought she might die from the pleasure. Groaning, she lowered her forearms to the table, allowing him to take as much of her breast as he could fit into his mouth. His hand moved from her clit and he grasped her waist while she pressed her soft mound against his cock and rocked her hips in an attempt to reach the elusive plateau of absolute fulfillment.
Just when she thought she would burst with pleasure, he pushed her back so her buttocks rested on