Instead, Sabiniano thrust into her mouth. It was too much for her, but he couldn't help himself, the blood was roaring in his ears. It was all he could do not to take the tempting woman spread out before him. So he took her mouth.
Took it as if he was dying and she was his only sustenance. He wanted to be inside her, to take possession of her body and make it his. Blood pounded in his brain, as he pressed his erection against her soft body.
She twisted against him, whether in pleasure or pain he couldn't tell. He forced himself to slow down. He pulled his mouth away from hers and rested his forehead against her own smaller one. Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes and focused on her body.
She was small and sexy as she squirmed against him. Her nipples were hard points against his chest and hand, and he felt a satisfaction at that. She might still be afraid of him, but she wanted him, too. Or at least her body did. That was good enough for him, at least for now. He could use that. He squeezed her breast, then frowned as something hard pinched at his finger. It was the gold chain; he had forgotten about it. Pausing to catch his breath, he fumbled with the latch holding it to the golden collar she wore. A whispered word of Dionysian magic—his birthright—loosened the clasp, and he pulled it free of the collar. He lifted the chain, and threw it deep into the depths of the spring. Perhaps that would appease the naiad, he thought with dark amusement.
Turning his attention back to the woman in his arms, Sabiniano massaged her breasts for several minutes, plucking first at one nipple and then the other.
She wiggled against him, as a whimper escaped her. Unlike her earlier cries, this was a whimper of desire. A surge of triumph rolled through him. She was his…
He started kissing her again, moving his hands to roam up and down her back.
She was soft and slippery, her skin so smooth it felt unreal. The nymphs of his island were more physically perfect, but none had ever felt this good to his touch. No human male had ever touched her this way. She was all his and he relished the feeling of ownership it gave him.
His hands dropped lower to cup her butt, and he pulled her against him tightly. In doing so, he made it impossible for her feet to touch the stone floor of the bathing pool. She bobbed up in the water, and her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the muscles, and he could feel his entire body tightening in response.
He pressed his erection against her, and for a moment he thought he might explode. She was so soft, completely helpless before him. The power of it sang out to him, and he could feel the god's darkness rising. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and reached down behind her to pull her legs apart. But she resisted, and he forced himself to slow down. He would do this his way, not his father's, he reminded himself. Force was not an option.
He allowed her to float away from him…just a bit. He brought one hand around to her front, trailing the fingers along her belly, slowly reaching down to the thatch of hair between her legs. She stiffened. He pulled his mouth away from hers and made soothing noises. But even as he did so, he pressed forward with his fingers. She shivered as he found the tiny nub between her legs for the first time. He brushed his finger across it, toying with it gently. He could feel her body stiffening, which caused her to moan again. For a moment he wondered if she would ask him to stop. Would he be able to?
But he didn't have to make that choice, because she suddenly squirmed against him, hips twisting with need. He continued to toy with her clit, allowing it to roll between his fingers as she gasped in his arms. Every time she moved, he could feel her body brushing against his swollen flesh. He felt like exploding, but at the same time there was a sweet tension building in him that he fought to hold and savor.
Over the course of his long life, he had fucked a thousand nymphs. Humans, too, Even a witch. They had brought him to physical release in too many ways to count, but this was different. There was a softness in the way he felt now that was completely new to him. What was it about Kalliara that had the power to move him in this way?
She whimpered and dropped her head to his shoulder. He dipped one finger into the soft fold of flesh below her clit, and she clutched his shoulders more tightly.
"Do you like that?" he asked in a whisper, slipping a second finger into her hot, tight passage.
She refused to answer, and he laughed. She liked it all right.
He delved in further, exploring and finding the barrier of her virginity. Why had she denied herself the pleasures of the flesh for so long? He longed to ask her what had convinced her to give her devotion to Athena, a goddess so cold compared to his own father. But the last thing he wanted was for her to think about her actions. Nothing would break the sensual spell he was weaving between them more quickly than a discussion of religion.
So instead, he pressed his finger against the small membrane, wondering about the best way to break it without hurting her. He never wanted to cause her pain again. It hurt so much to think of what had happened to her because of his selfishness. He would save her, no matter what it took, he vowed silently.
He would convince her to give up her cruel goddess. And once she was converted to Dionysus' worship, they would live together on the island, ruling over it and showering each other with pleasure. His heart raced at the thought.
He removed his finger, and gripped both hands around her waist tightly, boosting her up in the water. She gasped, and steadied herself against his shoulder as he latched on to her breast with his mouth. The tight little nubbin of her nipple was like a small, hard berry against his tongue. He sucked deeply, wrapping one arm around her waist to free the other hand. Her legs came around him instinctively, and she gripped him hard for balance. He took advantage of the new position to slip his fingers into her tight little cunt again, and started working the flesh between her legs in time with the suction of her breast. It was exquisite; he shivered with lust. How soon would he be able to convince her to join with him?
He could feel the tightening in her body, and her fingers clutched his shoulder spasmodically. Her breathing was loud in his ears. She was losing control; soon she would orgasm for the first time in her life. And it would happen in his arms, he thought with savage pleasure. He dragged his mouth to her other breast, suckling deeply. His fingers moved more quickly between her legs. Impatiently she twisted in his grip.
He sucked harder, twisting and thrusting his fingers up into her body. She whimpered, and started thrashing against him. He could feel the waves of pleasure building within her. Soon the orgasm would hit. He increased his efforts, and she shuddered and then suddenly screamed out, the cry echoing through the cavern. He could feel her body spasming. It was time. He thrust his finger up into her cunt, breaking through the thin barrier of her hymen.
Her fingers dug once into his shoulders, and then it was done. She collapsed in his arms, limp with exhaustion and pleasure.
His own erection still throbbed fiercely, but he forced himself to keep control. Instead of pushing her against the wall of the pool and thrusting into her hot flesh, he gently wrapped his arms around her. He carried Kalliara, legs still tight around his waist, to where stone steps led up out of the pool. Holding her gently, he strode out of the water, laying her exhausted body out on a padded stone bench. Where were the drying cloths? He found one, and wiped the moisture from her slowly. She was still breathing heavily, watching him through veiled eyes. If she objected to his touch she wasn't saying anything.
Every touch of the cloth against her body made him hotter. Her breasts were high and firm. Not too large, but definitely lovely. Her waist was thin, but she had generous hips. The curly brown hair between her legs hid treasures he longed to explore further. His erection was heavy with need, and against his will he leaned forward, touching it against her hip.