Marcellus beheld the nude, golden-haired beauty on his bed. She was the very picture of male fantasy. The bonds that held her, silken cords from the boudoirs of the Talassian imperial court, only heightened the arousal factor. A lesser man would have taken his fill by now, claiming her maidenhood as his own. Marcellus, however, had a greater purpose. Or perhaps it was a lower one, more ignoble even than the potential ravishing of a captive nymph......