“Then, lay with me,” Agesipolis requested, displaying his satisfaction at my confession. “I long to have you writhing beneath me, to see your cheeks flushed with the pleasure I bring you.” My thoughts reflected the imagery of his words. Of how we’d kiss and tear at the clothing separating us before falling into his bed. How we’d roll atop the plush bedding, becoming prisoners to the lust driving us both. But then instead of the king, I saw Eryx. How his skin smelled, the softness of his lips, and the way he held me close as if fearful of my leaving. When he’d thrust himself into me, he’d bite
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