We fell back onto the pallet both breathing heavily, panting for air. I was finally sated and we lay together the moment was perfect and I was scared to say anything to ruin it. In the end it was he who spoke first, he was laying beside me, his glistening naked body brown and muscular and perfect to my still besotted eyes. He propped himself up on one arm and allowed his glances to roam over the curves of my nakedness. Then he touched a finger to the brown of my nipple sending a spark shooting through my brain…so maybe I wasnt compleatly sated. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”
“Really?” I asked, I had never been called beautiful but then all my previous sexual encounters had essentially been rape.
“There is only one imperfection.” he paused for a second, allowing my self-consciousness take over picking over every detail wondering which he would mention but then he stopped me by continuing “That collar round your neck, we shall have to remove that”
I was immediately happy but then scared, “No you can’t, I can’t escape, they will kill me”
“My dear they will kill you anyway now, you assaulted a legionnaire, no matter how keen the general is on you he will not stand for that”
“But how will I get away they will be looking for me”
“I will help you, we will escape together and then we can be together” he said it with such confidence and conviction I believed him, I believed we could do it….
To be continued…