Atlantis Betrayed

Chapter 26

Christophe watched Fiona as she wandered through the palace and the grounds, exclaiming over and over in wonder like a child. His facial muscles felt strained from the unfamiliar smiles. Everything held for her the joy of discovery, from the tapestries on the walls to the throne room to the kitchens. Even the taste of her first Atlantean blushberries, which she savored so sensuously that it made his cock harden in his pants.

He could tell by the way her eyes flew open and her cheeks turned pink that she remembered exactly where she’d heard the fruit’s name before.

“Oh! You said—”

“Yes, I said,” he agreed, stalking her around one of the smaller garden fountains. “I’d like to say it again. Would you like to make love in Atlantis?”

“Here?” She looked around, almost as if she were considering it, but then she shook her head. “No, of course not. What if someone came along and saw us?”

“They’d be jealous?”

Her lips curved. “Funny, but no.”

“I was thinking my rooms, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that. There are too many princesses in our lives. Riley and now Maeve. It’s just odd.”

“Neither of them are my princess.” He pulled her in for a long, deep kiss and only released her when they were both breathless. “My rooms?”

“Your rooms.”

They didn’t run, as much as he would have liked to, but walked at a barely more than normal rate of speed up the staircase and through the hallways of the palace, until they came to the warriors’ wing and threw open the door to Christophe’s suite of rooms.

“What do you think?” He figured it wouldn’t be very impressive to her. After all, she lived in a mansion, and he only had a few rooms. But they were pretty nice rooms, after all. He did live in a palace. The view from the balcony was stupendous.

She ran across the room and opened the glass-and-crystal-paned doors. “Oh, Christophe. This is absolutely magnificent.”

He followed more slowly, enjoying the view of her lovely round bottom as she bent over the waist-high barrier and looked down. “The gardens are lovely from here, too. What a wonderful place to live. You are so lucky.”

He fitted his body against hers from behind and put his arms around her. “You live in a mansion, my ninja. You’re pretty lucky yourself.”

“We survived a vampire attack, too,” she reminded him. “We’re both pretty lucky.”

“That’s skill. Not my first vampire attack.” He kissed his way down the side of her neck, enjoying her shivers, and then he slowly reached around in front of her and unfastened her silk trousers.

“Christophe,” she gasped, capturing his hand. “What are you doing? Someone could see.”

“Not unless they can see through walls, and there’s not a single recorded incidence of that in the history of Atlantis.” He pointed to the walls dividing his balcony from its neighbors and then to the solid barrier in front, which covered her completely from toes to just under her waist.

“Nobody can see me do this, for example,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand down her silken belly to find the nest of curls between her thighs. “Or this,” as his hand moved even lower, and he traced her clitoris ever so lightly with the tip of his finger.

Her sharply indrawn breath was her only reply, so he nibbled the edge of her ear and whispered a few suggestions as to what he’d like to do to her. She stood perfectly still, except for pushing her hips back until his cock was nestled against the sweetly firm cheeks of her still-covered ass.

“I want to hold your breasts in my hands.”

“No, someone might see,” she said breathlessly. “We should go inside.”

“We will. But first I want to watch you come in the bright magic of Atlantean sunlight.” With that he slid his fingers farther down, until they touched her liquid heat. He coated his finger in the slick wetness and then rubbed up and along her clit again, causing her to buck against him.

“Christophe, I can’t—we can’t—”

“Oh, yes, we can,” he said, tilting his head to take her mouth. He kissed her long and hard while his fingers continued their play, until she started shaking in his arms.

“Now, please, I want you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Your wish is my command.” He unfastened his own pants and then pulled hers down as he leaned forward slightly, bending her just the tiniest bit over the rail.

“Now, you said,” he reminded her. He plunged the thick head of his cock into her silken sheath and she bit her lip against crying out. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, inch by blissful inch, he entered her, his body barely moving, until his cock was so deep inside her that he felt like part of her. He stood perfectly still, unmoving, as she clenched around him, and then his fingers resumed their rhythmic stroking on her swollen clit.

“You have to move,” she whispered. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s the idea,” he said, alternating pressure with his fingers. Firm, then gentle. Rapidly, then slowly.

“Oh, no. There’s someone coming.” There was real panic in her voice, so Christophe reminded her that nobody could see her from the waist down, especially from the ground below.

“Hail, Christophe,” the man called up. It was one of the palace gardeners. “You owe me another chance at darts.”

“Soon,” he promised, waving to the man in hopes he’d get the hint and move on. Which he did, thank Poseidon.

Fiona collapsed forward onto her folded arms, which rested on the balcony ledge. “I can’t believe that I—that we—oh.”

“Well, we didn’t yet, but we’re going to, now.” He withdrew a little and then, grasping her hip with the hand not busy driving her to an exquisite madness, he thrust into her, hard. “I told you nobody can see you.”

“Of course. Nobody can see me. Why didn’t I think of that?”

A split second later, she disappeared, for all intents and purposes. He stood holding her ass, his cock buried in her warm, sweet heat, but all he could see of her was a swirl of light and shadow.

It was simultaneously the oddest and most erotic experience of his life.

“I won’t come without being able to see your beautiful face, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make an invisible woman have an orgasm right here on my balcony,” he said, teasing her, his fingers stroking harder now.

She bucked against him, frantic now, trying to get him to move, but he laughed and held her still against him, barely pulsing his cock in tiny movements inside her. The rhythm of his motion matched that of his fingers, and it took only seconds more for her to reach her climax, spasming around his cock like a velvet glove. He nearly came then himself, but instead he lifted her by the bottoms of her thighs so that he was carrying her in almost a seated position in front of him. He made it to the bed in seconds and gently lowered her to her hands and knees and then took a firm grip on her hips and released the power he’d been holding back.

He drove into her, over and over, and she let go of her shadows so he could see every gorgeous inch of her. Her luscious ass rocked with his motion and she’d thrown her head back so her hair trailed along the curve of her pale, perfect back.

“More?” He sped up, thrusting harder and faster. “Do you want more of me?”

“All of you,” she said breathlessly. “I want all of you.”

He bent down and pressed a kiss to her spine. “I want all of you, too, Lady Fiona Campbell.”

She cried out, coming again, and he thrust into her, over and over, riding the wave of her orgasm to his own. They collapsed in the bed, exhausted and safe, and she almost immediately fell asleep. He, however, lay awake for a long time, again contemplating the irony of humanity, his most hated foe, giving him such a gift.