Free Centurion's Honor (Imperial Desires, Book One) by Nadia Aidan

resisted the need to succumb. She would not come, she would not climax until Cassius found release inside her mouth.
    She craved his seed on her tongue, down her throat, more than she craved anything else. She needed to know that she satisfied him, that she could give him pleasure with her lips, with her body. Her hand lifted to cup the heavy sac beneath his rod and she massaged him, her mouth delving deeper until his entire shaft filled her mouth, until he was buried deep, down her throat. With a hoarse, loud roar, Cassius tipped his head back and gushed into her waiting mouth, the warmth of his seed blasting the back of her throat. She swallowed several times, taking the metallic essence of him inside her, until he ceased to spurt.
    Finally he shuddered and wrenched away from her, his softening cock falling from her lips, then he dropped down before her and seized her face between his hands and kissed her. His tongued plundered her mouth, hard and deep, and she gasped in surprise, in pleasure that he sought the taste of himself upon her lips, that he would kiss her after she’d pleasured him, that it did not repulse him.
    It would seem quite the opposite as he devoured her mouth until she was void of breath, and when he finally pulled away she understood why.
    “I love the taste of myself upon your lips,” he whispered as he placed a smattering of kisses along her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, then back again. “It is a sweet, erotic taste.”
    As he kissed her, he pushed her down atop the ground, the soft grass beneath her back. Only then did she realize Titus had slipped out from under her. Her gaze searched him out until it found him, and she watched in rapt fascination as he removed his tunic, revealing the corded, hard length of his powerful body. His skin was a beautiful golden hue, darkened by the sun and covered in sandy hairs a shade lighter than the tawny locks crowning his head.
    She could have stared at him forever, but then her legs were being wrenched apart and she felt a coolness against the moist folds of her womanhood.
    Cassius hovered between her spread thighs, the cool afternoon air stroking her flesh until he settled his face against her mound, his warm breath heating the lips of her dripping pussy.
    He held her gaze from between her legs, and the sight of him watching her, watching her reaction at the first touch of his lips against her pussy, was so beautifully sensual, so wondrously erotic that she almost found climax in that very moment.
    She could not tear her gaze away from him even if she wanted to, not even if the heavens opened up and rained hail and fire would she have dared break their stare.
    His gaze upon her as he intimately stroked his tongue inside her did something to her body, but that was not what made her belly churn or her breath still. It was what he revealed in the indigo depths of his eyes—a raw need to give pleasure and receive it, to be wanted and accepted, to be desired and fulfilled. The longing in his eyes mirrored her own desperate yearnings and she could have wept, she could have cried out to know she was not alone in the intimacy they shared, the depth of its meaning to them both.
    She looked once again at Titus and corrected herself. To them all.
    Her gaze returned to Cassius, but now his eyes were shadowed, haunted. She touched his cheek with her hand, letting it roam until it tangled in his onyx mane.
    He was afraid.
    The intensity of the bond growing between them scared him—it scared her.
    He hated that he was powerless to his desire for her, that he could not seem to squelch the desperate needs of his body—that somehow it was more than the desires of his body that drove him.
    Anan understood all too well this hopelessness, this helplessness, the futility of resistance and denial of her physical needs, the needs of her soul.
    Her lips could forever proclaim she hated the Romans—despised these two men even.
    The longings of her body would prove her lips