“Where is it you learned this?” I asked in a heavy, breathy tone. “The older men.” Eryx smirked as his fingers continued their tender movements. “I inquired about how boys pleased one another.” It occurred to me how the men might have taught him, and the suspicions that entered my mind replaced all pleasure with a deep rage. He took in my emotions with a narrowed brow and stopped. “Axios… it is not what you believe. I have not been touched by any other than you. I am yours… and you are mine.”
