To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(81)

She hugged his neck, and he encircled her waist with his arms, pulling her up against his firm body and bending his head down to claim her mouth. His lips were firm and sexy, sending little tingles all through hers with the contact.

“Graciella, tell me if you want me to stop now, and wait until we are married.”

“Married?” She pulled back to look at him.

He held her gaze. “Would you accept me as your husband? I will do anything in my power to bring you happiness, Graciella. I will give you everything I have, everything I am. Will you marry me?”

She smiled, feeling warm all over. Way too warm for the woolen monk’s robe, in fact. “I would be thrilled to marry you, Yavi.”

He looked relieved, but then his expression grew serious. “I don’t know what my future holds, Sheir-zin, but I know I love you. I want us to be together forever.”

“I want that too. More than anything.”

He stroked her cheek, staring at her mouth. “I want to pleasure you, but tell me if you want me to wait until we’re married.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’m dying to feel you.”

He smiled and bent his head to slant his mouth over hers.

Graciella pressed up against him, kissing him back with all she had, eager to feel more of him, be absorbed into him if it were possible. He fiddled with her tied belt and spread the robe wide, then lifted it away from her body and laid it on the trunk nearby. That done, he led her to the bed, pulled the blankets aside, and scooped her up to lay her gently on the mattress on her back.

She raised herself up on her elbows to watch as he removed his robe as well, the soft glow of firelight revealing the muscular planes of his naked body to her hungry stare. His engorged cock jutted upward toward his taut belly as turned to lay his robe over the back of the chair.

He returned to the side of the bed and glanced down at himself, then up at her. “Is it to your liking?”

“You’re a lot bigger than I expected.”

He chuckled softly, reaching down to encircle his shaft with his hand. “This is why we have to use the virgin oil. I can hurt you without it.”

Graciella’s mouth went dry watching him. “Do you have the virgin oil?”

“No.”

Her heart sank.

He read her expression perfectly. “Don’t worry, Sheir-zin. We can make do without it for now.”

That perked her up, as well as made her eager to find out what he was planning. He joined her on the bed, and she scooted aside to make more room. He pulled her into his arms, pressing her against the full length of his body, then tangled his fingers into the damp hair at the back of her head before claiming her lips in a hungry kiss.

She caressed his chest a moment, then trailed her fingers down over the ripples of his lean belly to grasp his shaft. It was thick and strong, felt like velvet stretched over steel as she pushed her hands down to the base, relishing the feel of him.

“Graciella, slow down,” he choked, gently moving her hands away. “Let me pleasure you first.”

“Oh—I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he whispered near her ear, nuzzling the sensitive skin behind it. “You can touch me all you want in a moment.”

He pulled her arms up and placed them around his neck, then leaned over her and trailed open-mouthed kisses down along the column of her neck. He flicked his tongue along her heated skin, caressing her waist and hips, his hands leaving a swath of fire everywhere they touched. He reached up to cup her breast, her turgid nipple scraping against his palm as he massaged her gently. He trailed kisses over the swell of her breasts, teasing her nipples with little flicks of his tongue. He took his time lavishing attention on her breasts with his mouth and hands, until she was so aroused she thought she was going to scream if he didn’t do something to alleviate the tension building in her core. Eventually he moved her arms up over her head and tucked her hands under the pillow on each side of her head.

“Keep them there,” he ordered huskily. He claimed her mouth again in a deep kiss, then moved lower to trail kisses over her belly. When his kisses reached her Venus’ mound, she squirmed and reached down to grasp his shoulder.

He chuckled and tucked her hand back under her pillow. “I know it feels vulnerable, but keep your hands out of the way and let me pleasure you, Sheir-zin. I promise you’ll like this.”

She smiled. Liking it was not the problem; it was simply that she wanted to touch him while he was making love to her, feel him, and it was an involuntary urge to free her hand to do so.

He went slower this time, lavishing kisses over her breasts, down over her midriff, and lingering a little longer over the tender flesh of her abdomen, kissing her open-mouthed and with little strokes of his tongue.

Graciella held her breath, waiting to see just how low those sensual kisses of his were going to venture. Soon, he was in scandalous territory again, parting her thighs and positioning his body directly in the middle of them. He gathered her legs up over his shoulders, turning his head to kiss the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, first one, then the other. Her body was begging to feel his touch on her throbbing center, and if he didn’t touch her in the right spot soon, she was going to break his hands-under-the-pillow rule and attack him, oil or no oil.

At last she felt his fingers parting her intimate flesh, his warm breath fanning her there. “Sundarra,” he murmured. “Su shey-har sulil sundarra.”