To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(87)

He pressed his head back into the pillow, eyes shut and body tense as she continued to stroke him up and down. Soon he reached over the side of the bed to grab a towel they’d left there from last night, holding it near his hip.

“Keep going, Sheir-zin,” he begged huskily.

She did, and just as a stream shot forth from him, he covered himself and her hands with the towel. Seeing and feeling the warm liquid aroused her even more, so when he finished cleaning himself and her hands and reached for the ties on her robe, she raised no protest at all.

“I know I should let you rest.” He tore at the ties, spread her robe open, and stared down at her body. “But how am I supposed to lie still and sleep next to this?”

“Yavi, please.” She tugged his arm toward her waist. “Do something.”

He grinned, positioning himself on his knees between her legs. “Oh, I’ll do something.” He hovered above her and dipped his head to taste her breasts. Her nipples were sensitive from that morning’s lovemaking, and they strained as tight as little pebbles as he licked and sucked at them. Eventually he trailed kisses lower, over her belly, and still lower, to kiss her and make love to her with his mouth like he’d done that morning. She writhed and moaned beneath him, disbelieving that he could give her so much pleasure, climaxing quickly as he ravished her with his lips and tongue.

“That was too fast,” he chided. “You have to hold back, let me build it higher and stronger before you let go.”

Graciella’s heart was pounding, and she was panting a little. “Honestly, I don’t think I could handle it much stronger than that.”

“Yes, you can,” he chuckled, nuzzling her neck. “I promise you that you can. I want you to enter another realm completely when I take you to climax.”

She thought about that. “Okay. This morning I entered that realm, I think.”

“Yes. It was breathtaking to watch.”

She giggled self-consciously. “You really just want to…watch me, enjoying this?”

He stared at her lips, traced the line of her chin with his fingers. “Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well, sort of. I thought men were more or less in it to satisfy their own needs, in general.”

“My need is to know that I have thoroughly pleasured you.”

Her mouth went a little dry as she stared up at his sexy face. “Oh.”

He grinned at her mischievously. “Hold back this time.”

“What?”

He moved back down to kiss her belly.

“Yavi! You should rest.”

He licked her sensitive spot, then covered it with his warm mouth, sucking gently. She squealed, arching under him. “How am I supposed to—oh, Gods.”

Soon she entered that world of pure ecstasy, of loss of contact with anything in the world other than his touch, his presence, his heart.

He seemed satisfied, and then, finally, they napped.

§

Uman stood at the front of the sanctuary and surveyed his hideous, glorious army. Their ranks had grown to 250 Vyrkune, more than enough undefeatable, flesh-hungry beasts to rip Darpan to shreds. His mother’s runes had revealed that the Zulfikars had not returned to Darpan, but had gone into hiding like the cowards they were. It was the perfect time to take the city and the palace.

“My brothers!” Uman cried, raising his arms. “There will be plenty of fresh meat tonight!”

They cheered, their hoarse growls echoing loudly off the fortress walls.





Seventeen


That night, Graciella stood beside Yavi facing Master Volkan in the sanctuary. Their wedding attire was monks’ robes and sandals, but she didn’t mind. Her older sister and younger brother stood to her left, and to Yavi’s right stood his twin brother. A small group of Tylvan monks encircled them, holding candles. Their warm yellow glow illuminated the ancient stone walls and flickered in Yavi’s silver eyes as he held her hands in his and gazed down at her, his expression full of love.

Beautiful bells chimed, echoing hauntingly off the walls, summoning more monks to come and fill the sanctuary. They filed in solemnly, each of them carrying a small candle. Once they were all gathered, the sanctuary glowed brightly with blazing candlelight.

Master Volkan raised his hands in prayer, and the room fell silent. He closed his eyes and murmured in an ancient tongue for a moment, then placed his hand first on Graciella’s shoulder, then on Yavi’s, praying for each of them.

When he opened his eyes he asked loudly, “Why have you come, Yavi of the Zulfikars?”

“I have come to take this woman as my wife.”

“Why do you wish to take her as your wife?”

Yavi looked down at her. “I love her with all my heart and soul, and I wish to be irrevocably joined with her forever.”

“And what do you offer this young woman as her husband?”

Yavi smiled, holding her gaze. “I offer her my heart, my soul, and my body. I offer her protection, provision, and comfort. I offer her my life itself. Forever.”

Volkan turned to Graciella. “Do you, my daughter Graciella, accept Yavi of the Zulfikars as your husband?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why do you desire to have him as husband, my child?”

“I love Yavi with all my heart and soul, and I wish to be joined to him forever.”