Page 60 of Thawed Gladiator: Victor

He thrusts, slowly at first, each stroke deliberate and controlled—all the way out, and then a plunge back in so that each entry is almost as delicious as the first.

His hips roll against mine, his body pressing all the right spots, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I match his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

His mouth finds mine again, his kiss swallowing my moans as our pace quickens. His hands are everywhere, caressing my breasts, gripping my hips, sliding up my thighs to hitch my legs higher around him. I cling to him, my nails raking down his back, my hands gripping his shoulders, holding on as our passion escalates.

The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking—the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the creak of the bed beneath us, our mingled breaths and moans. The scent of our arousal permeates the air, a heady mix of sweat and sex and desire.

Damian’s lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making me shudder. He buries his face in the crook of my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “You feel so good, Maya,” he groans. “So tight, so hot.”

I can feel the pleasure coiling tight in my core, my muscles clenching around him as he drives into me. “Damian,” I gasp. “I’m close. So close.”

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. There’s a fierce determination in his gaze, a promise that he won’t stop until I’m shattered beneath him. His hand slides down my body, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. He presses, circling tightly until I’m at the edge of the cliff, my body tensing as every muscle coils in anticipation.

The pleasure is almost unbearable, a sweet, torturous ache that promises an explosive release. Damian’s thumb moves in slow, deliberate circles, his touch firm and steady, driving me higher.

“Let go,Fortis,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. “Fall apart for me.”

The command in his voice sends a surge of heat through me, and I can’t hold back any longer. With a cry, I tumble over the edge, my entire body seizing as the pleasure explodes from my core.

Stars burst behind my eyes as my back arches off the bed. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, my inner walls pulsing and gripping him with each wave that crashes through me. The intensity steals my breath—I’m gasping, moaning his name as the ecstasy radiates outward to my fingertips and toes. Time seems to suspend as the orgasm rolls through me in endless ripples, each one slightly softer than the last, but no less exquisite.

My hips buck wildly, my inner muscles clenching around him, drawing him deeper into me.

Damian groans, his eyes darkening as he watches me come undone. He continues to thrust, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he chases his release.

I reach up, my hands cupping his face, my thumbs brushing against his cheeks. “Come with me, Damian,” I whisper, my voice breathy and ragged. “Let go. Let me see you.”

His gaze locks onto mine, and I see the moment he surrenders. With a low, guttural groan, he thrusts deep into me, his powerful body going taut above me. His arms tremble as they cage me, muscles straining and flexing as the pleasure overtakes him.

His face transforms—his eyes darkening to midnight, his jaw clenching then slackening as a look of absolute bliss washes over him. He buries himself to the hilt, his hips jerking in a primal rhythm as he empties himself inside me.

His chest heaves with ragged breaths, my name falling from his lips in a broken, whispered mantra.

His body shuddering as he finds his release. I can feel the heat of him, the pulsing of his pleasure, and it sends another wave of ecstasy crashing through me.

We cling to each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync. His forehead rests against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my lips. I can taste the salt of his skin, the remnants of our passion, and it’s intoxicating.

“Maya,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and reverence. “I’ve never felt so favored by the gods.”

I smile, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. “Yes, blessed,” I agree, my voice soft. “And it’s only the beginning.”

He rolls over with me still in his arms, our bodies still entwined. His hand strokes my back, his touch full of affection after the storm of our passion. I can feel his heartbeat steadying, matching the rhythm of my own. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes after two people have shared something profound and intimate.

As we lie here, our bodies cooling and our breaths evening out, I can’t help but marvel at the journey that brought us here. From the cold, dark depths of the Norwegian sea to this warm, safe haven, our paths have intertwined in ways neither of us could have imagined. Damian, the ancient Roman gladiator frozen in time, and me, the modern-day woman who somehow managed to thaw his heart along with his body.

“What are you thinking about?” Damian asks softly, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

I tilt my head to look at him, a small smile playing on my lips. “Just how unlikely all of this is,” I say. “How you, of all people, ended up here with me.”

He smiles back, his eyes warm and tender. “The Goddess works in mysterious ways,” he says, echoing his earlier words. “But I like to think we make our own fate, too. That our choices led us here, to each other.”

“I like that thought,” I murmur, snuggling closer to him. “That we chose this, somehow. That it wasn’t just chance or fate or divine intervention.”

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his arms tightening around me. “Whatever it was that brought us together, I’m grateful for it,” he says. “I’ve never felt anything like this, Maya. Not in all my long life.”

My heart swells at his words, and I feel a warmth spread through me that has nothing to do with the afterglow of our lovemaking. It’s something deeper, something that feels like it’s been growing between us for centuries, not just weeks.

“I’ve never felt anything this powerful,” I confess.

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