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Published: August 7th 2025, 7:03:05 am

The Gladiator’s Return

Part III – Beneath the Flame

The room felt like it existed outside of time. The roar of the Colosseum was long gone, replaced by the rhythm of our breath and the hush of quiet confessions whispered through touch.

He hovered above me, the firelight painting golden lines across his chest, his gaze fixed on mine like I was something precious — rare, and entirely his. His hands moved slowly at first, exploring every curve of my body like he’d waited years for this moment and didn’t want to waste a second.

I reached for him, pulling him down into me, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine — warm, solid, trembling just a little under the weight of our shared anticipation. My thighs wrapped around his waist, and our hips met with a hunger that had been building from the moment we first kissed.

We moved together like a secret unfolding. His mouth travelled down my neck, across my chest, teasing, tasting, savouring — until I was arching under him, whispering his name like it was the only word I still remembered.

When we finally joined, it wasn’t hurried or rough — it was slow and consuming. Each movement was deliberate, a language spoken through rhythm and breath, a conversation of want and worship. He filled me in a way that wasn’t just physical — it was soul-deep, like the joining of two things that were always meant to meet.

I held him close, my nails trailing lightly down his back as we moved, faster now, driven by need and the kind of longing that only grows when you’ve been made to wait. His lips brushed mine between gasps, between moans we tried to silence — not because we were ashamed, but because the rest of the world didn’t deserve to hear what belonged only to us.

When release came, it wasn’t loud or wild. It was quiet and powerful, like a storm breaking open in the still of night. I clung to him as the waves rolled through us, and he stayed pressed against me, hearts pounding in perfect sync.

Afterward, we lay tangled in the thin sheets, our skin still warm, our legs still intertwined.

He looked at me then — not like a gladiator, not like a man who had just survived another battle. He looked at me like I was his reason.

“You make me feel like I’ve already won,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.

“You have,” I whispered, pulling him back into my arms.

And for the rest of the night, we didn’t sleep.

We just stayed there — two lovers, hidden behind the stone walls of history, wrapped in something that felt like both passion and peace