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His voice has gone all gravelly, and itdoesthings to me. It’s like a punch straight to my throbbing clit.
I dunk the sponge in the water and move it over his shoulders, his arms, his chest. Pax’s body is a map of his career – scars crisscross his chest from battles fought long ago. A small white scar over his heart is all that remains of tonight’s battle.
I run my fingers over the scar. Pax sucks in a breath.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper.
“Pain is part of living,” is his reply. He doesn’t sound resigned, but reverent, as if it has been his afterlife’s wish to feel pain again.
I lay my lips against the wound and kiss it. His skin is so warm. He trembles a little beneath the kiss.
I don’t understand what I did tonight and why Pax is alive again, but he is, and it’s a miracle, and Ididthat.
Tonight, for the first time, I realize that what I’ve always considered a curse is really a gift, as it brought these three remarkable men into my life, and even made one of themreal. And maybe I don’t have to feel like a freak because of that.
“Turn around,” I command. “I want to scrub your back.”
“I cannot resist you when you order me around,” Pax murmurs.
A tsunami sweeps across the bathroom as Pax whirls around and kneels in the tub, allowing me to scrub his back. I wipe away the dirt and blood to reveal those glistening muscles that do absolutelynothingto slow my heart rate or make me sleepy.
“Pax, I…”
“No more of this.” Pax makes a growling sound low in his throat. He leans back and his thick arm goes around my middle, dragging me around his torso to press my back into his chest. Under the water, his verpa is no longer half-hard. He is fully erect, pressing against my thigh so hard that it hurts a little.
I swallow. I almost forgot how big he is.
Almost.
“Now it is my turn to look after you,” he growls against my ear.
I am utterly unable to protest. Not when he’s holding me like this, with all that thick, hot Roman muscle pressing down on me. Not with that needy growl in his voice. Pax does have needs, and one of those needs is to serve…
…and I’m more than willing to be his general if it means…
While his arm continues to hold me in place, Pax slides his other hand down between us, finding my clit. I gasp as he attacks it. Pax doesn’t do gentle or soft, but I don’t need that from him. I want the warrior, the slayer of men, the protector.
His fingers move in harsh circles while he lays tantalising kisses along my neck, over my collarbone. “Scream for me,” he whispers. “Make all the gods hear you and know that I am yours.”
“Is that a command, Pax Drusus Maximus?” I manage to choke out.
“No.” He lifts the fingers of his other hand to my chin, wrenching my head around to face him over my shoulder. “A prayer.”
Pax’s lips crush mine, and those fingers of his work me beneath the hot, scented water, and I am gone, gone, gone. The orgasm breaks me open, spilling me for him so that he has no choice but to swallow my pleasure and make it his own. I jerk against the side of the tub, sending another tsunami across the bathroom.
As the wave of my pleasure subsides, I slump against the edge of the tub. But Pax is not done with me. Oh, no. He places his arm around me again, gripping me firmly as he lines himself up.
He bucks his hips forward to push inside me. I grit my teeth as the head of his cock pushes in, stretching me. The water seems to heat another ten degrees. Pax kisses the side of my neck, sending a delicious shiver through me, as he pushes in another inch.
Oh.Oh.
It’s all I can do to grip the side of the bath and hold on. Pax grunts as he pushes in another inch, his kisses fluttering against my neck as he waits for my body to adjust before thrusting again.
By Pax’s gods, this is such exquisite agony. This is exactly what I need – to feelalive.
Pax’s teeth dig into my shoulder when he finally pushes his entire length inside me. I’m so full of him that I can hardly breathe. I relax against him, letting him hold me, letting him have control. I know that I’m safe in his arms.
“You are an enchantment,” Pax’s gravelly voice rasps against my ear, his stubble grazing my skin. “Men have burned empires for less than this.”
