Athenian Slave (Book 2)

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Charmion’s mind caught up with her actions a moment too late. It was too late to take back what she had done, but not too late to stop it. Pulling back quickly. Her cheeks aflame as her chest and neck prickled with a heated flush. She quickly turned her head away, embarrassment taking over, trying to shuffle as quickly as possible to the other side of the ticking. Catching on her feet upon the thin blanket, she stumbled as she tried to right herself, managing to stand, barely, before she could turn to find look at Alexios once more.

Alexios sat stunned as Charmion’s lips were a fleeting touch upon his. Crushing down as slight moan leaving her throat as the pressure increased. Unable to believe what she had done, his mind still trying to comprehend it, he had just started to move to try and capture her against him, when he lost the warmth of her body that had been pressed into his. Lost the sensation of ambrosia that had been her lips upon his. His eyes opening, having no idea they had closed in the first place, to find her scrambling to the opposite side of the small bed to him. He almost found that amusing, as if that could stop him from getting to her if he wished it.

He could not stop himself from focussing upon the colour that was only enhancing the natural golden tone of her skin. The flush warming her, and amusing him as he realised the embarrassment she must feel, how out of place she was, and what she must think of as an action above her station. His mind had caught up with the situation, and his analytical way of thinking was already planning the conquest that he had proof would be welcomed. A smile made its way slowly across his face. He had not wanted to hope of such, but she had made the first move. And he was never one to back away from a battle. This was one that he very much knew was going to fight to the bitter end to win, now that he knew where each of the other players lay within the war.

As she finally looked towards him, he sprang. Not letting her think was the best way forward at this moment. Not allowing her to think of any reasons why she should not have started down the path he was now going to drag her down. She had started the journey, and he would not let her turn back from what she had started, not when he had felt something other than the numb darkness in her presence.

Catching her arm, he dragged her forward, pulling her off balance until she was sprawled beside him. A bewildered expression upon her face, one he wasted no time on changing. Not allowing her any chance to sit up and escape, he leaned down upon her. His lips taking control this time. And after only a token struggle, her fingers that had tried to push him away, clenched in his tunic, pulling him closer as her lips parted, a low moan emitted and he tasted the sweetest nectar of the gods themselves. It was the sweetest battle he had ever fought, tongues twisting and fighting for dominance in a dance he was more than willing to perform.

Her body went from minimal resistance to pliant flesh in his hands. Moulding perfectly against him as he aligned himself along the succulent length of her. He had dreamt of this for so long now, that he was not quite sure if this was just another vivid vision. Whatever it was, he did not care, so long as it did not stop. He did not deserve the pleasure he felt at that moment, knew he had touched darkness in his life, and that was where he truly belonged. But as she locked her fingers in his hair, and he felt the slight pinpricks of pain, he knew it was not a dream, and he wanted to remember every moment so that he could remember it, and turn it into one of the most pleasurable dreams. One to eclipse the darkness that had encapsulated his soul.