Free Gladiator by Kate Lynd Page A

the bed sheets and spread her legs wide.
    “Make me yours.” She gasped hoarsely. “Make me yours again. Now.”
    He knew better than to rush it this time. He brought his hand to rest at her chest as he allowed his tongue to catch every drop of her perspiration lining her skin. His hand began to flicker with bioluminescent light and her body swayed with his, her voice moaned for him, her soul cried out for his touch.
    He teased her mouth with punishing and brutal short kisses. Biting at her lips he reveled in her and the exotic chemistry they created between them. He found himself unable to be gentle with her, as he became enthralled by their tangle of pleasure.
    When she wrapped her legs around him and said harshly, “Pin me to wall. I need you, my Gladiator. I need you, my husband.”
    He lifted her up and pushed her against the bedroom wall and pounded into her. Harder with each successive stroke he feared he may hurt her.
    “Look at me,” she commanded breathlessly.
    When he did he saw the fire burning in her amber eyes turning them to spun gold. He thought he might finally find the release he was seeking, but he only wanted more and more of her. He buried his face into her hair and neck and drove repeatedly into her as if it was the last thing he would do. She began to chant in ancient Scottish again, but the esoteric words in her ethereal voice were perfectly understandable to him—veritable salves to his old wounds.
    “Your son is a great warrior. When you find him you will find he has become the man you always hoped he would be. Your daughter, in the face of great adversity has maintained her innocence and when she finds love, she will find you.”
    He could feel the hot tears running down his face, as he looked down into Alexandra’s face. He kissed her and she screamed in rapturous pleasure as he thrust inside her.
    “Mine,” he whispered hoarsely, “not anyone else’s. Not the planet’s. You are mine, only mine.”
    She placed her feet to the ground. And clung to him.
    “Do you understand that?”
    “I’m yours,” she whispered.
    He looked down into her eyes and asked, “Where are my children?”
    “Your son is nearby. I can sense his heartbeat. He’s a lot like you.”
    “Then I hope he has a woman like you, shepherding him through all this mess.” He paused for a moment. “And my daughter?”
    “She’s a very resilient girl. She reminds me a lot of myself.”
    “We have to keep looking for them.”
    “I know.”
    “Time for playing house is over.”
    “Do you think Isaiah and Lucilla will come with us?”
    “I don’t know. But we’ll need the help with Daniel and Hope.”
    “If they renege we’ll find someone else, don’t worry.”
    He pressed his lips to her forehead and walked to the dresser. The money, trinkets, salves, ointments and other things there would probably prove useful in the future. He grabbed a duffel bag and threw everything into it.
    “Get in the bath. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    She looked at him and winked. “I think I’ll give you pleasures most men only ever dream about.”
    He chuckled. She was back. His angel was back. And he was going to fuck her until she was senseless today.
    “You’d better run,” he said with a devilish grin giving chase. She squealed and raced for the bathroom.
    When he caught her he herded them into the whirlpool bath and turned the hot water on. He pinned her face first to the wall and raised her hands high, pressing against her. She gasped and groaned in pleasure. And as he rubbed his stiffening cock between her bum-cheeks he knew he would have to risk everything to keep his family together.
    She writhed against the wall and when she came he let go of her wrists and turned her around. He entered her and their bodies and souls and minds were as one. Again and again, he plowed his cock inside of her warm, slick, and steaming hot pussy and she writhed and shouted his name.
    “That’s right, Alex, say my