In the Arms of a King (My Warrior Lover) by Daniella Divine Page A

from his eyes. When he recognized her a big grin broke out on his face. He looked behind him to make sure there were no Romans on his tail, and then called back.
    ‘Sabina!’
    She waved furiously at him, motioning him to come towards her. He didn’t hesitate, trampling through the undergrowth until he reached the spreading oak tree. Sabina felt enormous relief that he was free and with her right there in the woods. When Sabina stepped out from behind the tree, he grabbed her round the waist and lifted her off the ground. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. She felt the now familiar warm and tingling sensation run through her body as he embraced her, and she was so glad to be there in his strong and reliable arms. This was worth getting up at the crack of dawn for, no doubt about it. But this place was not safe – it was too close to the fort. They would have to move somewhere safer, and fast.
    She motioned to Blaine to put her down, then she led him by the hand through the undergrowth. She knew exactly where she was going. After some twenty minutes of hiking through the woods, they reached a valley were a small brook trickled over the stones and gravel on its way to the sea. Sabina had been there several times before, but never with company. She led Blaine to a clearing that was bedded with grass and clover, and indicated that she wanted him to sit on the bank of the river. She helped him strip to the waist, and inspected the cuts and scars that covered the upper part of his body. It was immediately obvious that he had received a good beating either on being captured, or while being held in jail. Many of the cuts were fresh and still bleeding. She wanted to say how sorry she was that her countrymen had done this, but she could only communicate through her actions.
    Sabina took one of the linen squares from the basket and dipped it in the fresh water of the stream. Then she gently dabbed it on the cuts and bruises, washing away the dirt and clearing the broken tissue. When his bare skin had dried in the rising sunshine, she rubbed ointment into the cuts and onto the bruises. As she did so, Blaine touched her gently, murmuring who knows what in his distinctive, heathen language.
    With this job done, they sat and ate together, enjoying the food from her basket. She fed him mouthfuls of cold meat, and he in turn fed her with morsels of salted fish. When they were sated, they lay back together in the clover, resting in the peace of the morning sun. But before long, the sun was too hot, and Sabina had to sit up and remove her stola. Blaine watched her as she removed the heavy woolen garment and dropped it to the ground. She knew that her boobs were not hard to see through the thin linen of her tunic, and Blaine seemed to be entranced by what he saw.
    He leaned forward and let his hand run over her breasts. Sabina giggled, but she didn’t pull away. His hand felt inside the material and brushed against her skin. She gasped, and lay back in the clover. Blaine’s hand was running over her breasts now, stimulating her nipples and running across the flat plane of her stomach. She couldn’t resist touching him in return, slipping her hand between his legs and feeling the erotic bulge that was itching to escape. She slid her hand inside his clothing and pulled his penis free, becoming turned on at the feel of a real man between her fingers. She slid her hands up and down, and his soft moans of pleasure told her she was on the right track. But she wanted to do more than just feel him – she wanted to taste him. So now it was her turn to push him back on the clover, pulling his dick free and then bending down to explore it with her tongue. At her touch, it bulged even more, the purple head pushing his foreskin back. Her tongue snaked around the tip, then she let all of him slide inside her mouth. She loved the feeling of his naked masculinity against her cheeks, knowing that she was stimulating him, making him excited and