Page 34 of Gladiator's Captive
I hammered into her one final time, letting go of my climax as my seed spilled into her. I roared, the strength of the rapture blinding me.
Then I came down, my breathing returning to normal slowly. My hold on Serena’s body relaxed. The round tip of my cock deflated and I pulled out of her. I smiled as I watched my seed spill out of her tight hole, mixing with her juices as it slowly leaked down her thigh.
I cradled her in my lap, her soft, pliable body finding comfort in my warmth. Already, her eyelids seemed heavy, the muscles in her face slack with exhaustion, endorphins having wreaked their havoc on her body.
“Mine, Serena. You are mine. There will never be another for you, or another for me,” I whispered to her in the tongue of my people. I knew she could not understand me, but I wanted her to hear the words anyway. Exhaustion was painting her features with sleep and she blinked like she could understand my words, but did not know how to respond.
“Now sleep, my precious Serena,” I said again, but this time in her language. “Come the night, we travel again.”
In a few long strides, I was carefully laying her down in one of the small beds lining the wall, covering her nakedness with a thin blanket. I hated the male smell emitting from the material, wanted nothing of another male touching her skin, but I knew she needed the warmth.
And I still had work to do if I was going to keep her. And I wanted to keep her as much as I wanted to live.
Chapter Seventeen
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Serena
My body ached in the most delicious way as I stretched on the thin mattress. My eyes fluttered open and I blinked, looking at the dusty room as a stray ray of sunlight shone like a beacon in blazing tones of yellow and orange. The dust seemed to dance in the still air. Movement attracted my eyes to the hallway and Rager made his way inside.
His eyes found me immediately and the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile that reached his eyes for the first time. I watched, unable to look away, a prisoner at the sight of him.
“You’re awake.” His smile widened as he placed items neatly on the kitchen counter, a small row of metallic cans and two containers that I recognized as water rations. “I was beginning to fear that I would have to carry you all night again.”
That smile was enough to brighten even the dim, ugly room of the outpost. My chest squeezed with the most peculiar sensation as I sat up in the bed, gathering the thin, scratchy blanket to my breasts.
“Maybe I’ll go back to sleep just so you do.” I felt the smile stretch on my own lips. It had been so long since I’d truly smiled; it felt better than I could say.
This was so easy. This felt so right and yet, there was nothing right about this. We were fugitives, strangers brought together by fate, not love.
Only I wasn’t so sure anymore. Not after what happened last night.
I got to my feet, dragging the blanket behind me, wrapped around my body. Rager’s smile fell as he watched me approach and a now familiar heat shone in his wondrous green eyes. The tightness in my chest eased bit by bit as I got closer until it was replaced by a low burning fire.
“You should eat and drink. We have a long road ahead.” Rager’s voice was low, soft. He was so different here, in this abandoned outpost. Confident and strong, but also kind and relaxed. I wondered if this was the man he had been, before. Before the Muharib war at the western frontier, before loss and violence. Before my father and the arena.
