His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation.
"Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.
His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.
Killer
Commander
Beast
He was the commander of Gladiators.
Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose.
"You will be the bride of mine."

Gladiator

A muffled scream escaped her lips when his teeth scarped against her exposed collarbone. Sucking and biting her skin like a feral beast trying to taste the essence of his prey he left small little red roses all across her pale flesh, blossoming from the beginning of her neck to that of her cleavage, undressing her at a slow pace.


God knows what time it was when he found out her fingers drawing soothing circles on his scalp and singing a soft melody, how long it has been that he had pulled her under him entirely to held her neck from behind and kissed her passionately. That euphonious voice belonged to him for preserving to the end, all these happy moments that she was experiencing....how would she behave knowing that only last night her safety was threatened.


CHAPTER 36