To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(103)
Elio looked down, and Solange turned to hug his neck.
“Don’t worry, brother,” Graciella repeated softly. “There is nothing we can do for Rafe other than pray. As unfair as his circumstances were, he has to face this thing alone. And twice now, that power within him has saved our lives. First, with Gerynwid’s dragon form here in the castle years ago. And now again, against the Vyrkune.”
Elio looked up and nodded, then patted Solange’s hand.
She stroked his cheek. “Your brother will be all right. Zehu won’t let him come to ruin.”
“Solange is right,” Graciella agreed. “I believe everything happens for a reason. There must be some purpose for what happened to Rafe. We must maintain hope.”
“And this should be a happy occasion, as best as we can manage it.” Solange leaned forward to pick up her tea, then settled back into the circle of Elio’s arm. “Tell us everything that happened once you arrived in Darpan, Graciella. How did you and Yavi fall in love?”
Graciella met Yavi’s amused gaze and smiled. “I was irresistible.”
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Later that evening, after heated baths and a long nap, Graciella and Yavi dined with their hosts in the formal dining room. They laughed, drank wine, and talked with Elio and Solange until midnight.
Yavi escorted Graciella down the long hallways back to their guest quarters, opened the wooden door for her to step inside, then closed it and immediately pulled her into his arms.
His skin was warm under his clothes, and Graciella pressed herself closer to him, reveling in the feel of his strong body as she hugged him.
He caressed her cheek, her hair. “Sweet Graciella. We finally have some time and space to ourselves. Away from all the horror of the past several days, my love.”
She nodded, pressing herself even closer to him.
He kissed her temple, stroking her hair, her back. “Are you too tired?”
“No.”
“Good, because I want to make love to you until dawn.” He dipped his head to kiss her neck.
She shivered with pleasure. “Only until dawn?”
He chuckled low in his throat, then reached up to unbutton his shirt, holding her gaze as he did so.
Graciella’s mouth went dry watching him, staring at his muscular, olive-toned chest as the shirt came open and revealed the ruby lying against his skin. He shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor, tugged off his boots and set them aside, then pulled her into his arms for a hungry kiss. While his lips and tongue teased hers, he fiddled with the laces on the back of her dress, loosening them with his fingers. He tugged the sleeves off her arms, then lifted the dress over her head, leaving her in only her drab, borrowed chemise. He cupped her breasts through the thin fabric, caressing her taut nipples with his thumbs.
Graciella reached for the waistband of his trousers, untying the strings there. The worn fabric did nothing to conceal the bulge of his cock, and once she had loosened the waist, he helped her free his thick shaft. She pushed the trousers down over his muscular thighs, and he stepped out of them to kick them aside as well.
Graciella crossed her arms and reached down to remove her chemise.
Yavi halted her, grasping her hands. “No. Let me.” He pulled her close to his body, kissing her lips, caressing her waist and hips through the thin fabric. Finally, slowly, he tugged her undergarment up over her arms and head, baring her body to his heated gaze.
Graciella glanced down, grinning. “I look funny just wearing my boots.”
“No, you don’t,” he breathed, caressing her breasts in his hands, kissing her lips. He reached down to scoop her up into his arms and carry her to the large, luxurious bed. He laid her on her back sideways across the mattress, then placed a knee between her legs and lowered himself over her, burying his face against her neck to nuzzle her there greedily.
Graciella laughed, hitting his shoulder. “Yavi! Take off my boots!”
His hands massaged her waist, keeping her pinned to the mattress as his lips and tongue continued to devour her neck. “I’ll get to that,” he promised, his warm breath fanning her sensitive skin. “Or better yet, make you forget you’re even wearing them.” He kissed her neck open-mouthed, teasing her skin with little flicks of his tongue. His hand slid up to caress her breast, playing with her turgid nipple, and Graciella moaned.
He raised his head to cover her lips with his, kissing her sensuously. His hands massaged and caressed her breasts until she was writhing a little under him, her body begging for more of his touch, everywhere. She stroked his thick shoulders and taut biceps, relishing the feel of his gorgeous masculine body.
He moved lower to take an aching nipple into his mouth, and she gripped his head, arching up against him. He licked and sucked until she wanted to scream, grateful their room was remote from the rest of the castle so she didn’t have to be self-conscious about making noise.
He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same sweet torture with his lips and tongue.
“Yavi,” she moaned. “I’m so—”
He raised his head, slipping a hand lower to bury his fingers in her sensitive, slick folds. “So what?” he whispered.
Graciella shivered with delight at his touch down there. “Eager for you.”
“Mmm, Sheir-zin. You have no idea.” He moved her hand to his thick shaft, and she encircled it with her fingers. He groaned and made her stroke him up and down a bit.