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Wrath of the Fire
God
BY
Bambi Lynn
EXCERPT
Heart pounding, warning signals flaring, Aemilia crept forward, curiosity overriding caution. Even a slight tremor beneath her feet - an omen of danger perhaps? - failed to deter her. She stretched both arms out to keep her balance but continued on.
Especially now that she realized the beast was a man.
A lone traveler? Not likely. No one would be that witless. More than half of Pompeii’s fighting force would be drunk by now, inviting thieves and murderers to assault anyone caught alone. She glanced around, aware of her own isolation, but pressed on. She wouldn’t think about that now.
Not usually so brave, she found it strange that she had no fear of this man. In truth, she felt oddly protective. He stumbled about, wandering this way and that. Several times he fell, often tumbling a short distance before catching himself and pushing back to his feet. As she closed the distance, she saw that he was injured. Ignoring the nagging sense of uneasiness that plagued her, she rushed to his aid.
Just as she reached him, he fell again.
She stopped just out of reach, unsure now. His appearance startled her. He struggled to breathe, sucking in great gasps of air. She pressed her hand to her chest. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, even in this ragged state. Dark brows framed large oval shaped eyes. She wondered what color they were. The sharp planes of his face angled into a strong jaw giving him the appearance of a man who dominated his surroundings. She imagined him commanding his employees, brooking no argument. A man who could take charge and get things done.
Did such a man exist?
Dirt smudged his handsome features. He wore the strangest clothes she had ever seen. His shirt, the same dull color as the soil that covered him, had been ripped in many places. Some strange garment covered his hips. It was cut off at his knees, revealing fine, strong legs. Somehow the back had been bound to the front. She squirmed, imagining how that must chafe. She wanted inspect them further if she got a chance. Wisps of black hair dusted the exposed lower half of his legs. His feet were encased in solid leather sandals, heavy-looking with thick soles.
Kneeling next to him, she brushed his dark hair, so covered in dust it was hard to tell the color, away from his face. “Can you hear me?” She leaned over him, blocking the bright rays of the sun from his face.
The man opened his eyes to mere slits, but did not answer. He looked right at her, but he seemed dazed, and she wondered if he saw her at all. She ran her hands over his torso, searching for injuries. Occasionally he groaned, but still did not speak. No bones appeared broken. She pulled his shirt open and drew in a sharp breath at the sight. The muscles beneath bulged like those of a gladiator. He did not have the sheer mass and size of Urian, but the development of this man’s body rivaled any that came out of those barracks. She ran her fingers over his sweat-slickened skin, marveling at the feel of him, hard and strong. Heat radiated from him, seeming to infuse her and make her melt from the inside out.
Careful to avoid any cuts and bruises, some of them vicious looking, she examined him thoroughly. She felt every bare spot of his body, eventually ripping the shredded tunic from him completely, revealing broad shoulders that promised strength and power. His stomach, flat but for the hills and valleys of his muscles, begged nibbling. She traced the thin trail of black hair that started at his navel and disappeared beneath the strange garment covering his hips.
His legs, bare from the knees down, showed few injuries beyond a few scrapes. She felt obliged to slide her hand up the leg opening of the oversized garment he wore. Suppose he had a serious wound that needed tending. She needed to know before it festered.
A jolt of lust shot to her core when she encountered his cock. It felt firm against her hand, and so big, she shuddered to imagine how large he would be with an erection. She squeezed it in a gentle grip, sliding the pad of her thumb over the opening at the tip and smearing the single drop of moisture around the velvety head.
Closing her eyes, she imagined the feel of his silky softness against her clit. The vision stimulated her so, she could have reached between her thighs and made herself cum.
When he began to grow, she jerked her hand back like he was on fire and scooted away from him. She glanced at his face to find him staring at her with a confused, but clear, expression and felt the heat of a blush slide up her throat. How embarrassing. What had possessed her to be so bold?
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