Ezio could hold himself back no longer, and with one arm around her middle, the other still fingering her, he thrust hard, pulling her tightly against him, his thighs slapping against the backs of hers, his belly against her back as he came.
Gradually their motions slowed and they collapsed together. He fell across her back, dimly worrying that he was too heavy to lie on top of her slight frame, but she did not try to move him.
"Ezio... never in my life.. my god," she said, still gasping for breath. “Who taught you to do this?” He laughed and buried his face in her hair.
“That, I won't tell you,” he said. “But rest a while, and I will show you some other things I know.”
***
Ezio lost count of how many times they made love, but dawn found him dozing. He became aware of Lucrezia trying to rouse him, shaking his shoulder.
“Ezio... Ezio!” she hissed.
Dimly he heard the clatter of horses outside.
“Cesare has arrived. He will come to me. You must go – quickly!”
“What? You said he was not here,” he protested, not wanting to move.
Words echoed amongst the faint stirrings of first light. “Allow me to take your horse, Duca.”
Surely this was Alfonso, returning earlier than expected – but the title could apply to Cesare just as easily, and either way Ezio was in dire trouble if he did not move.
“My master Alfonso has prepared rooms for you on the south side of the Palazzo...”
A reply, unintelligible, but unmistakeably the voice of Cesare Borgia.
Merda!
Ezio rolled out of bed, pulled on his breeches and strapped his hidden blade to his wrist. As he felt for his shirt on the floor in the dim light, he wondered whether to stay and fight. Could he take on Cesare Borgia? The man was many years younger than he was, but Ezio was surely the better fighter. He had experience and self-discipline on his side, at the very least – and he felt it unlikely that Cesare could match his skill with a blade.
Still, he was not prepared. Cesare would have Alfonso's guards ready at his call. Ezio was dazed and sleepy, his limbs still heavy from sex. And such a thing was not for Lucrezia to witness. It should not take place in her own home. He had to run.
"This was a trap,” he said to Lucrezia as he dressed. “You planned for your brother to catch me here, and kill me.”
FILL: Comfort [5/?]
Gradually their motions slowed and they collapsed together. He fell across her back, dimly worrying that he was too heavy to lie on top of her slight frame, but she did not try to move him.
"Ezio... never in my life.. my god," she said, still gasping for breath. “Who taught you to do this?” He laughed and buried his face in her hair.
“That, I won't tell you,” he said. “But rest a while, and I will show you some other things I know.”
***
Ezio lost count of how many times they made love, but dawn found him dozing. He became aware of Lucrezia trying to rouse him, shaking his shoulder.
“Ezio... Ezio!” she hissed.
Dimly he heard the clatter of horses outside.
“Cesare has arrived. He will come to me. You must go – quickly!”
“What? You said he was not here,” he protested, not wanting to move.
Words echoed amongst the faint stirrings of first light. “Allow me to take your horse, Duca.”
Surely this was Alfonso, returning earlier than expected – but the title could apply to Cesare just as easily, and either way Ezio was in dire trouble if he did not move.
“My master Alfonso has prepared rooms for you on the south side of the Palazzo...”
A reply, unintelligible, but unmistakeably the voice of Cesare Borgia.
Merda!
Ezio rolled out of bed, pulled on his breeches and strapped his hidden blade to his wrist. As he felt for his shirt on the floor in the dim light, he wondered whether to stay and fight. Could he take on Cesare Borgia? The man was many years younger than he was, but Ezio was surely the better fighter. He had experience and self-discipline on his side, at the very least – and he felt it unlikely that Cesare could match his skill with a blade.
Still, he was not prepared. Cesare would have Alfonso's guards ready at his call. Ezio was dazed and sleepy, his limbs still heavy from sex. And such a thing was not for Lucrezia to witness. It should not take place in her own home. He had to run.
"This was a trap,” he said to Lucrezia as he dressed. “You planned for your brother to catch me here, and kill me.”