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“Please.”

He was pleading. He who had never bowed before anyone before.

She shook her head and he broke, grasping her hand, pulling her body against his. “Please, my Diana, please don’t go.”

She made no spoken answer, but she tilted her face up to his, parting her lips so sweetly when he pressed his mouth to hers. He cradled her face in his palms, holding her like the precious thing she was as he sipped from her lips. She was his, in this world and the next, and if he could only convince her of that one, immutable fact, then he could still save this.

Could still live and breathe with her by his side.

So he slid his fingers into her hair, resting his thumbs at her temples as he licked into her mouth. He claimed her, gently, slyly, using all the sexual wiles that he’d ever learned.

She moaned and arched her neck and he crowed inside, even as he moved his mouth to her throat, licking down that slim column, tasting woman and need.

She tried to break away, to turn her head, groaning. “Maximus, I can’t—”

“Hush,” he whispered, his hands shaking as he slid them down to her waist. “Please. Please let me.”

He walked backward, making no sudden, jarring movement as he drew her with him, until he found a chair and lowered himself into it.

“Oh, Maximus,” she sighed as he pulled her down, holding her tenderly across his lap.

“Yes, sweet,” he murmured as he opened his mouth over her nipple.

“Darling,” she said and caught his face between her hands, making him meet her eyes.

He didn’t want to. He didn’t like the look in her eyes—a grim determination.

“I love you,” she whispered and his soul soared until she uttered her next words. “But I must leave you.”

“No.” He clutched at her hips as if he were a child of three refusing to give up his toy sword. “No.”

“Yes,” she replied.

Something cruel rose in him then, born of grief and rage. He caught the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. Would she deny this? How could she find it possible?

She twined her arms about his neck and let him ravish her mouth, sighing as he parted her legs, settling them on either side of his hips. His cock pounded, a crude symbol of his desires, between them. He thumbed the head, pressing it toward her until he rubbed against her pretty cunny with the base thing. She was wet on the back of his fingers, open and hot, and his soul sang with vicious joy when she moaned helplessly.

He’d have this, by God, if nothing else of her.

She arched, a graceful bow of eroticism, and ground her hips against him.

He ran his hand up over her soft belly to her lovely breasts, tweaking each in turn, mindful of any way to drive her to her point.

But she foiled his intentions. She rose up above him and opened determined gray eyes before tangling her fingers with his on his cock. Even that small touch made him grit his teeth. He watched with half-lowered lids as she brought him to herself, his crown wet and sensitive, and notched him in her cunny.

“Maximus,” she whispered, all moonlight and strength. “I love you. Never forget that.”

And she impaled herself on him.

Ah! He closed his eyes. It was sweet to the point of agony. He grabbed her hips, preventing any movement so that he might not spill too soon. Her depths were hot and tight and home.

He opened his eyes. “Never leave me.”

She shook her head, breaking free from his rein and rising like the huntress she was. She let his poor cock slip to the very mouth of her before slamming herself back down. She rode him. Her thighs were strong and lithe, her brows drawn down in resolute purpose, and her lips were parted wide in something very like wonder.

It was the last that made him move. Dear God, if he couldn’t have anything else, if she was determined to hollow him out and leave him a husk, then he would remember this:

Artemis riding him like the goddess of the hunt.

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