To Seduce An Assassin (The Omaja Series Book 2)(90)

“I’m going to push deeper.” He reached down to stroke her clitoris gently, making a little circle with his fingers.

“Yes, do,” she begged, arching against him.

He kissed her, then drove inside her a little farther. Between the unexpected pleasure of his shaft filling her up and the touch of his hand on her swollen clitoris, she felt her climax beginning to rumble to life again. He moved his hips out a bit, then pushed back in. Again, carefully, in and out, massaging her sensitive spot in a circle with his thumb. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, until she was moaning, her pelvis pushing up against his involuntarily. He kept up the pressure with his thumb, stroking her in and out with his thick, hard shaft until the friction became pure bliss. He felt so good inside her, and her body sought him hungrily, her hips bucking up against him. He drove even deeper, shuddering, his breathing ragged. Graciella smiled at the effect her body had on him, thought about the fact that he hadn’t touched a woman in six years, and suddenly felt very, very powerful and sexy. She gripped his buttocks in her hands, urging him forward.

He grasped her hips to pull her in closer, grinding himself against her. His breath was warm and uneven as it fanned her ear. “How does it feel?”

Her eyes were squeezed shut. “Like, mnh, like you have to…”

“Give you more?” There was a smile in his voice.

“Yes,” she begged.

He pushed against her hard, his stiff erection filling her, stretching her, stroking her. He ground his pelvis against her swollen clitoris, rubbing himself in such a way as to drive her insane.

“Yes!” she urged.

He thrust again and again, a little deeper, a little faster, until she was moaning his name. She strained and arched against him, fulfillment on the verge of claiming her.

“Don’t hold back now,” he whispered hoarsely. “Take your pleasure, Graciella. Push on me.”

She did, and he groaned aloud, meeting the movements of her hips with hungry thrusts of his own. And then the wave claimed her, crashing over her with searing hot pleasure that spread from her core up through her breasts and out to every extremity. Somewhere within the vortex she felt his entire body stiffen as he drove deep inside her. His cock pumped inside her, intensifying the tremors of her orgasm as they continued to wash over her.

When it was over he pulled her into his embrace, hugging her to his chest, murmuring to her in Nandalan.

“I love you, Yavi,” she whispered back.

He lifted his head to look down at her flushed face, his breathing unsteady. “Ohkfu shah denahmay, Sheir-zin. With all my heart.”

“That means you love me. I recognize it now.”

“Yes.” He smiled, kissing her. He laid a hand on her lower belly, massaging it. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mm-hm. It felt wonderful.”

He moved back a bit. “Let’s go soak in the hot springs a moment, ease your body’s soreness.”

She pulled him back down. “No, I feel fine. I want to do it again.”

He chuckled. “I want to do it again, too, which is why I’m taking you to soak for a few minutes first. No arguments.” He stood and reached down to lift her off the bed.

Once he’d set her on her feet, he reached for their robes and handed her hers.

She shrugged into the garment and tied the belt around her waist, arching an eyebrow at him. “You promise a soak won’t make you too tired to do it again?”

He grinned as he tied his own belt. “I promise. In fact, I swear it.”

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Once they were back from their midnight soak in the pools, Yavi made good on his promise, a few times, until Graciella truly was too satiated and exhausted to stay awake any longer. He held her in his arms and she slept like a baby against his warm, muscular chest.

At dawn she awoke to the feel of his lips nuzzling her shoulder from behind her, his heavy arm wrapped around her waist. She rolled onto her back to hug his neck. Wordlessly, he trailed kisses down over her collarbones and breasts, then lower over her belly and hips. He made love to her until she was writhing beneath him, moaning his name over and over.

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Later that morning Graciella sat on the bed in her robe, watching silently as he strapped on his leather armor.

He avoided eye contact with her as he shrugged into his jacket, then sat down to tug on his boots. At last he stood and pulled on his cloak, then held his hand out to her, his silver eyes sorrowful. “Come, Sheir-zin. It is time. Let us go meet our siblings.”

Graciella took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet, but then gripped his bicep to stop him. “Yavi, please let me go with you.”

“No.” His face became a hard mask. “Don’t insist, because my answer is no.”

She blinked up at him. She realized she would be more of a liability than a help, but she still couldn’t bear to part with him, knowing she’d be forced to simply wait for news, going quietly insane wondering if he were all right. “Yavi—”

“Graciella.” He frowned, his eyes red with tears. He grasped her shoulders. “You are the most precious gift I’ve ever been given. Do not ask me to risk your life in this battle. I need to know that you are out of danger while I’m gone. Stay here with Volkan and let me go knowing you are protected and safe.”

A sob escaped her throat. “Yavi, I’ll die of heartbreak if something happens to you.”