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she twisted her head back around.
    He tightened his hold on his reins, enclosing her in his embrace. And when he leant forward, his chest brushed against her back.
    She stifled a moan and her eyelids drifted shut the moment she felt her body hum to life, her nipples budding so tightly that the sensation was almost painful. Yestereve, she’d noticed him as a man—his handsomeness, his virility. Yet at the same time she’d been so consumed by her fate that she’d purposely ignored her awareness of him.
    But ever since earlier that dawn in her tent…having seen his wet physique, the droplets of water that clung to his hair-roughened skin… She swallowed at the memory. Thanos was just so blatantly masculine that it was hard not to be affected by him—it was hard to be around him and still pretend that she did not notice, especially when his body was pressed to hers.
    “Move back and relax against me,” he said firmly, his warm breath fanning the tiny hairs behind her ear.
    She shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to have his strong arms wrap any tighter around her, so that, with each step of his horse, his solid chest would rub her back and the insistent press of his cock would nudge the swells of her ass, just as it was doing now—
    “Do it, Lamia.”
    “No.”
    He dropped the reins, and she gasped when his hand snaked out to splay across her belly, to gently but firmly scoot her back so that she rested against the hard wall of his body.
    “Stop that, Spartan,” she snapped, struggling to lean forward, but it was useless. He had trapped her with his large frame.
    “You are the most stubborn woman I know,” he shot back, his voice strained with exasperation. “Your back will be sore by dusk if you remain so rigid. Relax against me. We have a long journey ahead and you will ache all over before it is done. It is foolish to start off in pain,” he argued.
    She silently fumed but said nothing. She hated that he was right. But, more than that, she hated how the tender folds of her womanhood were now warm and swollen, the slick, wet juices of her blossoming body now pooling between her thighs. She let out a ragged breath, trying to fight back a moan while her gaze desperately roamed over the expanse of land that lay ahead of them. There was no way she would survive a fortnight with her body pressed against Thanos the entire time. She needed to concentrate on plans to escape…and the sooner the better, because her body threatened to ignite into flames with the slightest touch.
    It was shameful, it was shocking and it terrified her, the power this Spartan now wielded over her without any effort.
    Yes, it was imperative she escape him—and fast—for she could only imagine what would come of her if he were to do more than just touch…
     
    * * * *
     
    Thanos stifled the bubble of laughter that threatened to slip past his lips as Lamia’s face darkened with irritation.
    “Then where shall I sleep?”
    “Right there.” He nodded at the bed mat.
    She pinched her lips into a frown. “But then where will you sleep?”
     “I just told you, Lamia.” His voice was patient.
    “Absolutely not. Why can you not sleep wherever you slept last eve?”
    He smiled slowly, surprised by how much he was enjoying her discomfiture. “Last eve, I slept outside my tent, while you slept inside .” He didn’t bother to add that she’d slept inside alone , which apparently was what she wished for again this eve.
    “Very well, then. I shall put up the tent and outside the tent is where you may sleep again,” she argued.
    He drew in a deep calming breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
    “I know you have another bed mat,” she hedged.
    “I do, but it is folded up in the tent and I just told you we are not putting it up this eve. It takes too long to break down camp when we do that. If Atallus’ men are still after you then we need to be able to move quickly. Now…if it rains, then we shall build the tents.” He