“Roman?”
Hatshepsut woke up a bit dazed.
She looked around the large open room with its numerous large windows and realized that she was in Roman’s bedroom.
Hatshepsut touched her side, relieved that the pain was gone.
She sat up and looked at Roman.
He stood at one of the open French doors with his arms crossed staring out into the night.
Hatshepsut watched as the bulging muscles of his arm move under his dark velvety skin.
The moonlight glint in his diamond studs that hung in both of his ears and the small gold hoops and cuffs that lined the rim of his left ear.
She admired how his loose pajama pants hung low on his hips, showing off the entirety of his rippled abdomen.
The tips of his reddish-brown locs dangled over the small of his back just above his round, tight rump.
He was an Adonis.
A tall, dark, sensual Adonis.
Hatshepsut got out of the bed and walked over to him.
Roman turned at the sound of her soft footsteps.
He smiled as he uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around Hatshepsut’s petite frame.
By the gods, I love that smile!
She laid her head in the middle of his broad chest.
She could feel a shiver run through him.
This made Hatshepsut frown.
She knew her ice powers made her body cooler than everyone else’s.
Her frown soon vanished as Roman’s hands slowly rubbed her back.
“Thank you,” she said into his chest.
“I do not know what I would have done if you were not home.”
Roman threw his long braids over his shoulder and took Hatshepsut’s face into his hands.
She looked up into his honey brown eyes and saw his concern.
“You would’ve died,” Roman said sternly.
“What happened?
Who did this to you?”
Hatshepsut placed her hand on Roman’s hand, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply.
She loved his scent.
It always made her think of the savannas of Africa.
It was warm and musky.
“So, you’re going to ignore me?” Roman asked slightly irritated.
Hatshepsut opened her eyes and looked up at him, hoping he could see her exhaustion.
Roman bent down—his 6’3″ frame dominating Hatshepsut’s 5’6″ –kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her again.
“You’ve been through quite a bit today,” Roman said soothingly.
“Will a warm bath help ease your tension?”
“I suppose a bath would be nice,” Hatshepsut said as she slid her hands down his chest.
“It would be even nicer if I had some company.”
Roman smiled and kissed her forehead again.
“Like I would let you bathe alone,” Roman said smiling.
Hatshepsut leaned back onto Roman as they sat in the massive tub.
Hatshepsut let the warm water soothe away her troubles.
Hatshepsut let her eyes wonder around the bathroom.
She admired the ivory-colored marble that covered the floor, walls and even extended to the very edges of the walk-in tub.
It made her think of the bath she had when she lived in the palace.
Hatshepsut moaned as Roman took a sponge and squeezed some more water over her.
The burning heat of the water felt delightful as it trickled down her neck and between her full breasts.
Hatshepsut released a deep sigh.
He chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around her as he kissed her bound hair.
“Feeling better?” Roman whispered into her ear.
His deep voice thundered in her ear and sent a shiver through her that she felt to the core of her soul.
She smiled at the feeling of it.
“No,” Hatshepsut sighed.
“My body is well, but my mind is far from finding any comfort.”
“The bath is for your body.
My ears, however, are for your mind.
Tell me what troubles you.”
Hatshepsut sighed.
Roman was one of two people she trusted, but still she felt reluctant to speak.
She entwined her fingers into his.
She looked at how her golden-brown skin intermingled with his ebony in a harmonious blend.
Hatshepsut sighed again.
This one was filled with angst and frustration.
Hatshepsut closed her eyes and began.
“I was on a job.
It was supposed to be simple.
I was going to ‘rescue’ a set of twins and reunite them with their parents.
It was not that simple.
I was told they were human children, which they did appear human, but they had talents.
The girl stabbed me with some enchanted daggers while the boy wielded a mace with inhuman strength.
Of course, it was a short encounter.
They both could have had other talents that I am still unaware of.”
“Two teenagers nearly took you out?” Roman asked incredulously.
“They were not the cause of my near demise.
A young witch appeared after I had finally captured the children and struck me.
Her power was so great; I would not have withstood another attack.”
“What stopped her from finishing you?”
“An old friend of mine was there.”
“Who would that be?” Roman asked curiously.
“Senemut.”
Hatshepsut felt Roman’s arms tense a bit.
“Your demon ex-lover,” Roman said evenly.
Hatshepsut felt a twinge of regret.
She remembered the first time she had mention Senemut’s name to Roman.
He seemed very curious about their relationship.
To her chagrin, he Googled Senemut and read all about how the historians had interpreted their relationship.
She had to admit.
They were pretty accurate.
The damn Internet.
“He was no demon when we were lovers,” Hatshepsut said matter-of-factly.
“Besides, that was over three thousand years ago.”
“But he is one now.
What kind of demon did you say he was?”
“A reptillia but that matters not.
What matters is that I think he was acting as their guardian.
If that is so, his presence makes this situation all the more .
.
.
disturbing.”
“How so?”
“Because it means I have been deceived.”
Roman held Hatshepsut tighter.
She completely surrendered to the embrace.
“I feel like such a fool,” she continued.
“I have been doing the dirty work of a scoundrel thinking everything was fair, but in the end, I think I have done more harm than good.
In fact, I may have done something quite terrible.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think that I have killed someone I was not supposed to kill.”
Roman didn’t say anything.
He kissed her cheek, her neck, and then her shoulder.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Roman said soothingly.
“You were deceived.”
“It does not make me feel any better about it.”
“You will rise above this.
You always do.”
Hatshepsut smiled at Roman’s words.
She released his hands and sighed.
“Do you feel any better?” he asked.
“Yes.
You are a great listener.”
“My pleasure, my queen,” Roman said as his smooth his wet hands along her neck and shoulders.
“Now, I have taken care of you aches and your troubles.
What should I take care of next?”
Hatshepsut turned around in the tub.
The warm water sloshed between their bodies as she straddled his legs.
She could feel his hands slid up her thighs and over her round behind.
“Allow me to give you a hint,” Hatshepsut said as she began kissing Roman.
She licked his lips with the tip of her tongue as their lips meld together.
Roman’s lips parted as his tongue eagerly met hers.
The feel of Roman’s tongue intertwining with hers sent a surge of passion throughout her body.
Hatshepsut grabbed Roman’s face as she kissed him deeper.
She could feel Roman’s nature rising beneath her, skimming her thigh as it rose to greet her waiting depths.
His hands grabbed her hips firmly, trying to guide her wet depths to their intended target.
Not yet.
Hatshepsut grabbed his hands from her hips, her lips never leaving his.
She began rocking her hips allowing the tip of his member to graze her between her legs.
Roman released a soft moan in her mouth.
Hatshepsut broke from the kiss and smiled as she ducked down to nibble at his ear.
She held his hands out to the edges of the tub as she slowly trailed her tongue from his earlobe, down his neck, and to his collar bone where she gave a gentle bite.
Roman moaned again.
She could feel the muscles in his forearms tense.
Not yet.
Hatshepsut looked up at Roman to find his burning gaze meeting hers.
She pressed her wet breasts against his chest as she lowered her hips into the water allowing his rock hard member to press harder against her wetness.
She grinds her pelvis against him a little faster.
The water swooshed between her legs adding to the already delicious sensation.
Hatshepsut placed her forehead on Roman’s; their eyes never leaving one another.
Again, she could feel the muscles in Roman’s arms tense again.
Hatshepsut smiled again.
Their breathing became rougher as Hatshepsut continued her teasing.
He bit his lower lip as he began to raise his hips.
Hatshepsut gasped as she felt the tip of Roman’s well-endowed member slip between her slippery lips.
Hatshepsut released Roman’s hands as he plunged deeper.
He smiled at her wickedly as he grabbed her hips roughly and he drove himself into her deeper still.
“You like to play,” Roman said menacingly.
“So do I.”
His voice was low and rough.
It thrilled Hatshepsut.
He grabbed
her by the nape of her neck and held her head back, making her voluptuous chest stick out.
Roman greedily sucked on her breast, gently biting the nibble as he teased it with his tongue.
Hatshepsut sighed with pleasure as she gyrated her hips faster.
Roman slithered his tongue from one breast to the other and mercilessly licked and sucked them.
Hatshepsut was moaning loudly now.
“More!” Hatshepsut cried but she was no longer speaking English.
She had become so loss in the throes of passion that she had reverted to her native tongue.
Roman must have understood because his grip on her body tightened as he sucked harder.
Hatshepsut gripped Roman’s massive shoulders; her fingers slipping on his wet skin.
Roman released his hold on her breast and pulled her mouth back to his.
The kiss was enough to send her over the edge.
Hatshepsut could feel her walls contracting around his stiff flesh, anticipating the flood of euphoria to follow.
“By the gods, yes!” Hatshepsut cried out in Egyptian.
Roman let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.
To her dismay, Roman lifted her off him instead of driving himself harder into her.
She looked at him flabbergasted.
He smiled at her darkly.
“Not yet,” he breathed rising up to kneel in the water.
Hatshepsut was speechless.
He wants to play my game.
Roman grabbed her, turned her around and bent her over the edge of the tub.
She grasped as she landed on her forearms.
Roman ripped out the satin tie that bounded Hatshepsut’s hair.
Her silky strands cascaded down her wet back.
Roman grabbed Hatshepsut’s hands pulled them behind her and wrapped the satin tie tightly around her wrists.
Hatshepsut’s heart was beating like a drum as she felt Romans fingers probing between her legs until they reached their goal.
He massaged her bud of pleasure slowly making Hatshepsut moaned softly.
He picked up the tempo gradually, teasing her until her body was convulsing uncontrollably from the waves of ecstasy that rippled through her.
The sensation doubled when Roman moved his fingers from her clit to inside her where he tormented her already sensitive depths with quick, deep thrusts.
Hatshepsut’s moans grew louder as she felt the pressure she has so wanted to release come to a crescendo.
She cried out as her pleasure exploded sending an overwhelming surge of pleasure through her whole being.
Roman took his fingers from within her and stuck them in his mouth.
She could hear him suck her honey from his fingers.
“That was a good one,” Roman said, his tone still dark.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Roman grabbed her restraints and drove himself into her deep.
Hatshepsut cried out as he mercilessly pounded his pelvis against the thickness of her ass.
The now cold water splashed around them and out of the tub, sending suds over the floor.
The water lapped at her erect nipples and stomach like teasing fingers.
The feel made Hatshepsut gasp for air from the delight of the sensation.
Hatshepsut could hear Roman’s breathing become rougher, sounding more like a growl with each stroke.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, wounded it in his hand, and drove into her deeper and harder.
Hatshepsut’s moans now bordered on screams as Roman sent her into another bout of orgasmic bliss just as he reached his peak.
Roman let go of her hair, grabbed her waist and held her hard against him.
Hatshepsut gasped as she felt Roman vibrate within her.
He leaned over her resting his forehead on her back moaning from the pleasure of his release; his long braids tickling her back.
Hatshepsut’s body shuttered as he slowly slid from within her.
Roman untied Hatshepsut’s silken restraints and pulled Hatshepsut up against him.
He held her wet back against his chest as he kissed her shoulder, her neck and finally her cheek.
“Do you feel better now, my queen?” Roman asked into her ear.
Hatshepsut mumbled something in Egyptian still trying to catch her breath; her reasoning long gone.
“I will take that as a yes,” Roman chuckled.