The Centurion's Woman

Chapter 26

        "Sleep," Ixillius commanded.

        "This way," Brasus replied, turning on his heel to lead the way.

        The bunks were against the walls, each with a hide drape for privacy and to block the remaining daylight. Ixillius lay Alex down on the bunk that Brasus pointed to, murmuring reassurance to her so that she would release her hold. He didn't even consider sleeping in one of the other bunks for a single moment as he set his caligae and her sword at the foot of the bed then slid under the covers beside her, drawing the hide fully closed as Brasus lay down on the bunk across the hut they'd been given. Alex curled tightly to his chest as soon as he spoke to her. He kissed the top of her head and fell asleep softly rubbing her back, silently cursing his own weakness.

                                                                 ***

        Alex woke up sometime in the night, Ixillius was wrapped around her and snoring. She didn't know where she was and struggled for a moment. Ixillius murmured at her to quiet down, that she was safe, that he was there. One of his hands stroked up and down the length of her spine.

        "Quiet down now, my Alexandria," he crooned, not waking up. "Go back to sleep," he said, kissing her forehead sweetly. There had been so much death... right now Alex wanted more from him than sweetness.

        She turned her face to his and kissed his lips, wrapping a leg over his hips and pressing her whole body against him. He responded immediately, pulling up the long skirt she'd been given to wear and rolling on top of her, grinding their crotches together as his erection hardened up. Alex sighed contentedly when he finally penetrated, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he gave her the strokes she needed in place of the gentle caresses he'd been providing. She came for him quickly, her need burning hotly as a second orgasm built. His urgency decreased as her third orgasm neared.

        "Alex?" he asked, waking fully.

        "I need you," she begged, her body rising up to his as he tried to untangle from her.

        "What are—"

        She cut him off with a kiss, her hips urging while her hands pulled to bring him back down to press tightly to her again. He arched back further, pushing her gently down.

        "Stop, Alexandria," he said, breaking the kiss with an effort as she struggled to pull him back down. "Are you even awake?" he asked, taking his hand from her chest to try and work one of her legs loose.

        "I need you," she pleaded, wrapping her arms around him and pulling tight to his body, lifting fully from the bed. "Right now, my love. I need you right now."

        A jolt ran through his body and he wormed a hand between them to shove her back down.

        "What did you say?" he asked.

        "I need you right now," she repeated, trying to shove his arm out from between them.

        "What did you just call me, Alexandria? What did you say?"

        "Ixillius, Ixor, my husband, my love," she murmured up to him, writhing to pull him closer.

        "What did you say?" he asked.

        "My love," she repeated. "I love you."

        He crashed into her, his kiss nearly hard enough to draw blood from her lip.

        "Tell me again," he muttered against her mouth. She moaned in reply, her body begging for his hips to start thrusting again. "Tell me again!" he demanded.

        "My love," she obeyed. His rhythm started and she came on the second stroke.

        "Tell me again, Alexandria," he whispered in her ear, his lips doing lovely things to her neck.

        "I love you," she murmured, another orgasm already coiling low in her belly.

        He drove her on, demanding to hear that she loved him, until she lost count of how many times her body peaked and well past the point where she could tell apart all the sensations he was creating throughout her body. By the time he came, she was alternating between moans, gasps and telling him what he wanted to hear.

        "I love you, Alexandria," he stated, staring down at her in the dim torchlight that leaked in around the hide.

        "I love you, Ixor," she replied, smiling up at him.

        He kissed her as he pulled out, working around so that he could snuggle her close, spooning their bodies together. His hands caressed her, lulling her. Suddenly his fingers pressed at her clit, sliding down and penetrating, working at the g-spot she had thought was a fable until a moment ago.

        "Does my sex please you?" he asked, his hand stealing her breath.

        "Very much," she gasped.

        "The witch you killed, do you know what she said to Hludwolf, what she said to Poldi? Do you know why they wanted to keep you?"

        "No," she panted, trying to concentrate on what he was saying while her focus stayed locked on what he was doing.

        "She said that you were ripe to grow a babe, and from that babe would grow an unbroken line of kings. But the child could only be planted if you were willing." He paused to kiss her neck as the orgasm rolled through her, his fingers stroking as she came, driving her nearly mad. "Do you want me to plant that babe, Alexandria? Are you willing for my sex?"

        She shoved his arms away and spun against him, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips. Her need made her clumsy, crazy. He clutched at her waist and rolled, pinning her beneath him. His dick was hard against her, but he didn't take her.

        "Are you willing for me, Alexandria?" he asked. His voice was raw with the need to know she was choosing him. She cupped his face in her hands.

        "Give me the babe, my love."