The Centurion's Woman

Chapter 27

Content warning: As expected from the end of Chapter 26, this Chapter has NSFW.

ALEX LAY THERE, dazed, sated, happy. Ixillius was undressing slowly, laying his armor on the bench in his usual orderly way, not the hurried tossing they'd done last night. Her hips rolled with another aching aftershock, and he grinned at her smugly before pulling his shirt off.

        She'd never had oral sex performed on her before; she'd always been the one doing the favors. He'd been tentative at first, so she guessed he hadn't done it either. Once he figured out what worked for her, though, he hadn't stopped until she'd screamed. Repeatedly. She closed her eyes and writhed with the recent memory.

        His hands on her skin felt like part of the thoughts, and she didn't realize until his mouth found her neck and he'd cradled her close in his arms that he was back with her for real. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, enjoying the hard muscles moving under his skin as he shifted her on the bed. He kissed down her stomach. Suddenly her feet left the edge of the bed and he was holding her hips. She wrapped her hands into the blankets as her body pressed toward him all on its own.

        He didn't bother trying to work her into another orgasm, her body reacted to him quickly and left her crying out over and over as he took his own pleasure. She lay sprawled before him as he orgasmed deep inside her, her hips quivering at the sensation. Before he separated their bodies, he reached over and unfastened the collar she still wore, dropping it beside the bed.

        When he finally climbed into bed beside her, she was too weak to move. He nuzzled at her neck, spooning their bodies together, cradling her with one arm as the other hand stroked and caressed, fingers tracing over her skin, finding and following the old scars as he'd wanted to do since first seeing them. She dozed against him as the early morning sounds arose from outside their room. Alex was momentarily embarrassed about how loud sex was getting when she heard people moving around in the rooms beside them, realizing for the first time that they were there – she'd never been a screamer before. Then again, she thought with a sly grin, she really hadn't had much to scream about with her past lovers.

        Ixillius sighed contentedly, stroking her hips and waist lovingly. Alex could almost hear the smug grin.

        "Well," she said. "Someone is mighty pleased with themselves."

        He gently pulled her tighter against his chest, nearly to the same position she'd first woken up in this morning.

        "Alexandria. Mea Alexandria. Mulier mea," he murmured, between kisses on her neck. "Uxor mea. Alexandria Traversi."

My Alexandria, My woman. My wife. Alexandria Traversi. She kissed the arm under her head.

"Alexandria Moldovan," she corrected him and he paused, tensing as if for another fight. "Domina Traversi, Alexandria Moldovan."

"Moldovan?" he asked.

"Mater, Alisa Moldovan. Alex, Alexandria Moldovan," she replied with a shrug.

He relaxed again and continued the soft caresses.

"Domina Traversi. Alexandria Moldovan, Alisa filia," he started with the kisses again. "Et gigno nomen?" he asked, offhanded.

Alex chuckled, her reply to this question was barely a lie.

"Mater propria Gigno. Gigno est Moldovan." She dodged providing a first name and reached back to start returning some of the gentle caresses, hoping he wouldn't ask further about her gigno.

She remembered too clearly the strange way that the two slaves in the village had reacted, kissing her hands and touching her face as they had cried, and didn't want to ruin a good moment right now. Ixillius's arm broke out in goosebumps under her cheek and his body tensed at the light touch of her fingers. Alex rolled partly toward him and looked at his surprised face.

"Seriously?" she asked, a slow grin spreading across her own face as he tried to gently, and quickly, pin her arms back down.