cheating,” she managed to say in a playful tone.
“Figs in honey,” he replied and pulled her body to his.
His mouth devoured hers in a hungry kiss that made her limbs melt. His thighs braced against her waist and steadied her. She closed her eyes and relished the sensation of his tongue sliding along hers, pleading with her to reciprocate, to enjoy it as much as he did. It was so different from the men who’d wanted to dominate her.
He nipped at her bottom lip in a playful manner as he finished. “Was I right?”
Her breath came in shaky bursts. His actions should have made her remember what she had suffered as a slave, not make her wish he’d continue. “Do you think I would have let you kiss me like that if you were wrong?”
“Are you challenging me?”
“I told you, you won’t be forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do.”
He released her, and she sank back on her knees, grateful to have some distance between them once again. “Continue with your game, then, Azurha.”
“I’m changing the rules a bit.” He reached for the blindfold, but she took his hands in her own. “I didn’t say anything about removing the blindfold.”
“Then what are you proposing?” Suspicion edged into his voice once again, and she felt her chance to kill him slipping from her grasp.
Her throat tightened. If she didn’t act soon, he’d order her from his chambers, and her opportunity would be wasted. She spied the honey and dipped her finger into the pot. She just needed to distract him long enough to lure him into a false sense of security. Necks were so much easier to snap when the victim didn’t fight.
…
With his vision blinded, Titus relied on his other senses to let him know what she was doing. Her laughter roused his curiosity, and the scent of her perfume grew stronger. She was moving closer to him. He hoped he would taste the sweetness of her lips once again.
Instead, something cool and sticky brushed along the muscles of his neck, followed by the velvety flat of her tongue licking it away. His sac tightened, and he almost came right there. “Azurha, what are you doing to me?”
She repeated the act on the opposite side of his neck. “Guess.”
Every muscle in his body tensed as he struggled to remain in control of himself. “I’m scared if I guess wrong, you’ll stop.”
“What if I don’t want to stop?”
Her breath grazed his lips, but when he leaned forward, she darted away from his grasp.
“Stop trying so hard. You need to learn to relax and enjoy what you’re feeling.”
Feather-light kisses trailed along his collarbone, and her hands massaged his thighs. “Trust me, I’m enjoying every second of this.”
Her hands stopped, and she applied the cool sticky substance to the hollow of his throat. She scooped it out using her lips and tongue. “Yummy,” she murmured.
The overwhelming desire to watch her lick his body threatened to consume him. He dug his fingers into the cushions to keep from ripping the silk away from his eyes. By the gods, he’d never had a woman tease him this way. Lucia had treated their marital coupling as a chore, but at least his desires were quickly quenched.
“Your skin is flushed. Perhaps I should remove your clothes.”
A lump formed in his throat. Before he could respond, she unwrapped his toga. The soft linen pooled around his feet, and her fingers fumbled with the buckle on his belt. She would have him naked and at her mercy within a matter of seconds. Then where would her tongue go?
His tunic rose above his head, and the cool night air bathed his fevered skin. Her silk gown grazed his engorged cock like rough homespun. He gritted his teeth together, unsure if he wanted to continue this game with a complete stranger or to end it before he lost control of the situation.
She smeared the sticky substance on his nipple. Her tongue cleaned it off in circular laps, making him suppress the moan that built in his throat. She alternated from side