To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(104)

“How can you be this hard when I’m still wearing my boots?”

“I would be this hard no matter what you were wearing,” he grinned, nuzzling her neck again.

“A jester’s hat?”

“No problem.”

“A blacksmith’s apron?”

“Mm, yes,” he growled. “With nothing underneath.”

She giggled. “Knee breeches.”

He kissed her ear. “I’d love to see your backside in a pair of those. Argh, makes me harder even thinking about it.” He groaned and rolled her over to her stomach, then swept her hair out of the way to trail kisses over her shoulders and down her back. He cupped her buttocks, exploring them with his warm hands as his heated kisses found their way down to the small of her back, sending shivers of pleasure over her everywhere he touched.

“No, scratch that,” he amended huskily. “I love seeing your backside with nothing on instead.”

“Yavi,” she complained against the mattress, kicking a little, “my boots!”

“What about them?” He pinned her ankles with one knee and traced the underside of the swell of one buttock with his fingers, dipping his thumb down between her thighs when he reached the center.

She squirmed. “Take them off.”

“I’d rather keep touching you here,” he whispered, pushing her thighs apart a little and using his hand to find her slick clitoris from behind. He stroked her with his fingers until she was writhing under him.

“Ohh…Yavi…”

He redoubled his efforts, inserting his thumb into her vagina while his fingers continued to massage her clitoris with torturously steady circles and strokes.

“Your body is so beautiful, Graciella.” He nipped at the upper swell of her buttock with lips and a gentle brush of his teeth.

“Yavi,” she moaned.

“What?”

“I want to feel you inside me! Please, now!”

For an answer, he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs. “Like this?” he asked huskily, his silver eyes turned a stormy gray.

“Yes.” She clutched at his arms and shoulders, trying to pull him in toward her hips.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She did, hooking her boots together at the ankles, and he drove inside her, hard, eliciting a cry from her throat.

“Are you all right?” he rasped near her cheek.

“Mm…mm-hm, just keep going.” She pushed up against him, eager for him to move inside her.

He braced his muscular arms on either side of her head and thrust again, grinding his pelvis against hers with just the right amount of pressure to edge her closer to climax. His masculine body moved over her in the firelight, muscles rippling like the shimmers on the surface of a lake. Graciella wanted to tell him how gorgeous he looked, how powerful and beautiful and sexy, but she didn’t want to break his concentration, because—

“Ohhh!” she cried out as her climax hit her suddenly, dragging her under water and drowning her in its wonderful riptide.

“Graciella,” he breathed against her neck. “Ohh, Sheir-zin…” He shuddered and rode it out with her, thrusting until close to the end, when he withdrew before spilling his seed inside her. Warm liquid poured over her belly, and he swiped at it with his hand before reaching for a small towel off the nightstand. He cleaned them both and pulled her into his arms. “It may be too late for caution, but if we continue as we were at the monastery, you’ll soon catch up with your sister in the baby department.”

“I don’t mind that,” she said, winding her arms around his neck.

“You don’t?”

“No.” She smiled. “Do you?”

“No.” He kissed her ear. “I would love to fill the palace with children.”

“We can’t let Jiandra and Yajna get too far ahead of us.”

“No, I agree.” He chuckled. “I can’t let him replicate his ugly face more than I replicate mine.”

She giggled. “You’re by far the better-looking one.”

“You think so?” he asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, posing for her.

“Absolutely. No doubt about it.”

“I knew I made the right choice in a wife.” He growled and nuzzled her neck until she squirmed.

“Yavi.”

“Mm?”

“Can you please take off my boots now?”

“With pleasure.” He kissed his way down over her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples for a moment, then trailing more kisses down over her midriff and belly. As he reached down to tug off one boot, he kissed her Venus’ mound. He tugged off the other boot, tossing it aside. Graciella sighed blissfully as he kissed her mound once more. By her own estimation, she figured she must be the happiest, most satisfied, and most thrilled woman on earth.

She finally had her Yavi.





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