To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(89)

His voice was husky when he spoke. “Turn over for me, Sheir-zin.”

She did, eager for more of this luxurious treatment, settling her head back against the pillow and watching him with half-lidded eyes.

He stood up and untied the robe from around his waist, holding her gaze as he laid it aside. Graciella took in the sight of his naked, muscular body, all six-and-a-half feet of it. At his groin, his thick shaft strained upward toward his belly. She watched as he again knelt on the mattress beside her, drizzling oil in a line between her breasts and down over her belly. He set the bottle aside and spread the oil with his fingers over her belly and chest, then caressed her breasts slowly in his warm, slick hands. Her nipples puckered at the pleasurable contact, tingling like crazy as they absorbed the oil.

Yavi gazed down at her breasts in his hands. “Your body is exquisite.”

“Yours too,” she muttered thickly, reaching up to stroke his thigh.

He smiled, setting her hand back on the mattress. “Not yet. Focus on my touch on your body right now. I want you to relax completely.”

“I’m pretty relaxed.”

“Your body will need to stretch and strain in a moment to receive me.” He stroked her belly. “So do as I say. Relax and soak it in.”

She smiled. “All right.”

He caressed and massaged her hips, then down over her legs, ankles, and feet again. She was warm and tingly all over from the massaging and the oil, and aching to touch him, taste him, feel his body against hers.

At last he stretched out on his side next to her, propped himself up on one elbow, and caressed her waist. He kissed her lips, sliding his well-oiled hand down over her belly and Venus’ mound to her heated, slick folds, finding her clitoris with his searching fingers. He massaged it gently, the oil on his hand intensifying the pleasurable sensitivity of that spot. Graciella moaned against his mouth, arching up against his chest, and wound her arms around his neck. This time he didn’t refuse her touch. He tasted her lips and teased her tongue with his as his fingers worked their magic on her body down below.

After a moment, he coated his hand with more of the bride oil, gently moved her thighs apart to give him more access, then reached down to stroke the opening to her vagina with his fingers. “You feel so good,” he breathed against her lips.

Graciella squirmed a little, stroking his shoulders. “You do, too. I love how you touch me, Yavi.”

He probed inside her with his finger, stretching her. “You’re small, Sheir-zin. We will have to go slow.”

“I’m ready.”

“I’m going to stretch you a bit first.” He made some sort of adjustment with his hand.

She felt something large penetrate her, almost painfully. “Oh—what was that?”

He chuckled softly against her cheek. “Two fingers. Relax, let your body grow accustomed to it. The oil should help.”

She closed her eyes as he resumed kissing her lips, moving his fingers ever so slightly in and out, massaging and stretching her. Her pelvic muscles relaxed after a moment, and he pushed a little deeper, gently probing and caressing. Eventually she relaxed a little more, and he began massaging her clitoris with his thumb. The combination of that with the penetration of his fingers felt strangely wonderful, and she hugged him tighter, arching up against his chest.

His fingers pushed against some sort of tender spot inside her. “Do you feel that?”

“Yes?”

“This is the flesh veil that has to break for me to be inside you. It might hurt.”

All she knew was her climax was very, very close as he kept touching her with his hand. “I’m ready for it, Yavi. Just—” She kissed his sexy lips. “Just do it.”

He slowly withdrew his hand from her body and positioned himself between her thighs. He bent her knees up on each side of his slim hips, then nuzzled her neck with his lips and tongue as he reached down to guide himself to her entrance.

“Relax, Sheir-zin. Don’t hold your breath.”

Graciella released the breath she’d been holding. “Do it, Yavi. I need to feel you.”

“I need to feel you, too. So much.” He pressed the tip of his shaft to her opening and paused. “Don’t hold your breath.”

“I won’t.”

Almost before the words left her lips, he thrust, hard. Stinging hot pain stabbed through her, like being suddenly sliced with a knife. She tensed and bit back a groan—it was a tight fit. He was bigger than two of his fingers, that was evident.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, stroking her hair back from her face.

“Don’t be—I’m all right.” She released a breath and offered him a half-smile as the sting soothed. “It wasn’t that bad.”

He hugged her against his chest, holding himself immobile inside her. “Still burning?”

“Only faintly. The oil must have calmed it.”

His voice was raspy against her earlobe. “Relax, my love; I won’t move until you get used to me.” He caressed her waist, her breast, kissing her neck and jawline.

After a moment, she felt her muscles unclench just a bit.

He felt it too, and moved slightly out, then pushed in a little deeper, groaning. “Graciella, my love…sweet precious one.”

She focused on the pleasure he was giving her with his lips and tongue against the column of her neck, his fingers massaging and teasing her nipples, sweeping down to caress her waist. He moved his hips ever so slowly, filling up just a bit more of the space inside her.