To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(86)

“Treat my sister well.”

“That will always be my first priority.” Yavi smiled and placed an arm around Graciella’s shoulders. His sweet bride smiled up at him, melting his heart. He stared at her luminous eyes for a moment before looking at Yajna and Jiandra. “The wedding is at eight o’clock this evening, and you are both invited.”

“You’ll be our only guests, besides Rafe,” Graciella added. “I haven’t spoken to him yet, but I want him to be there too, if he is able.”

“Let’s inquire if we may see Rafe this afternoon,” Jiandra suggested. “We’ll invite him then.”

Yavi kissed Graciella, unable to resist her ripe pink lips any longer. “It looks like we’re all set, my love,” he said to her softly. “I am eager to become your husband.”

She reached up to grasp his neck and pull him down for another kiss, then whispered in his ear, her lips brushing the rim of it. “I’m eager to get that oil.”

His cock sprang to life, and he swallowed. “Excuse us, please,” he said to Yajna and Jiandra. “We need to go make preparations.”

He didn’t miss Yajna’s raised eyebrow as he led his beauty away. And he didn’t care one whit, either.

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Graciella giggled as Yavi opened the door to their room and scooped her up to carry her quickly inside, then closed and locked it behind him. He strode with her toward the rumpled bed.

“I’m practicing carrying you to bed for later tonight,” he said, silver eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Yes, you need lots of practice.”

He growled and nuzzled her neck before laying her on top of the blankets, then sat on the mattress beside her. He tried to roll closer, then muttered an oath, reaching down to adjust the skirt flaps of the robe. “Confounded garment. How do the monks live with these robes tangled around their legs all the time?”

She laughed. “I think they probably don’t get in bed with a woman while wearing them.”

“Good point.” He leaned over her, bracing his forearms on either side of her face.

She grinned up at his handsome face and reached up to stroke his cheek. He dipped his head to kiss her lips, sweeping his tongue over and between them. Graciella reveled in the feel of his firm, sexy lips, hugging his neck.

He broke off the kiss to nuzzle her neck again, tugging at the tie at her waist.

“Yavi, I should admit that Volkan told me to rest today. He said we’d be going to battle tomorrow.”

“I will be going to battle tomorrow. You’re staying here.”

She frowned. “I want to go with you, help you.”

“The best help you can give me is to stay safe and protected here at the monastery.”

“What if Uman’s people find me here? You said you’d never let me out of your sight again.”

He fell silent.

“And what if you get killed and I never see you again? I’ll wish I had every last moment I could with you.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he ordered softly, his voice rough. He caressed her cheek. “Tejeshwar willing, I will come back to you, victorious.”

Tears stung her eyes as she stared up at his face.

“Be strong for me, Graciella,” he urged. “Seeing you suffer is torture for me.”

She nodded mutely.

“Sweet, precious one.” He kissed her lips. “I love you so much.”

“Then take me with you.”

“Let’s talk about it in the morning. Today is for rest, for joy. For love.”

“Okay.”

He patted her midriff, leaving her robe tied. “Perhaps I’d better let you nap.”

“Stay and nap with me. Don’t leave.”

“All right.” He settled his head onto the pillow, facing her, and wrapped a powerful arm around her waist. “We’ll see if I can sleep with this stiff cock under my skirt.”

Graciella felt a surge of arousal at that image. She grinned and turned toward him. “Is it stiff? Can I see?”

“You really do want to torture me, don’t you?” he complained, grimacing.

She felt along his hip, searching for the opening of the robe. Finding it, she slipped her hand inside the flap and burrowed through the fabric until she encountered his hard thigh muscle. He tensed and reached down to grasp her hand. She thought he was going to drag her hand away from its objective, but instead, he guided her to it.

“Mmm,” he groaned as she encircled his shaft with her fingers. He leaned forward to kiss her jaw, untying his belt and spreading his robe apart to give her more access. Graciella stared at the hard ripples and muscular planes of his chest and abdomen, at the bulging sinews of his thighs. He covered her hand with his, making her stroke him up and down. She eagerly followed his lead, loving the sight and the feel of his masculine arousal. She found moisture seeping from his flaring tip and used it to make her palms glide over his skin more smoothly. She pushed her hands down to the base, gripping him there before sliding back up. She kissed his lips, sucking the lower one into her mouth while stroking him a little harder.

He shuddered and pushed his pelvis into her hands, eyes squeezed shut. “Graciella,” he choked. “You do that so well.”

She smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips as she stroked him, enjoying his body’s reactions. She moved back to gaze at him again, at the hard lines and planes of his muscular chest, abdomen, and pelvis, the taut muscles arrowing down to his hard, swollen cock. Her own body was responding in kind, tingling and moist. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her.