Gisela sucked her breath in sharply as he lifted the hem of her chemise and bared her bottom to his questing hands. She growled deep in her throat as his hand found the part of her that throbbed for him.
Xaydin clenched his teeth at her sweet moisture coating his fingers. How he wished he could push her away...
But he couldn’t resist her. He was addicted in a way he’d never imagined, and he needed to be inside her right now.
More than that, he had to have her, and he would kill anyone who tried to interrupt them.
She was the air he breathed.
Ignoring the pain of his wounds, he pulled her gently onto his lap and slid himself deep inside her waiting warmth. He closed his eyes and just savored the feeling of her surrounding him.
He could stay inside this woman forever. There was some foreign, inner calm he felt whenever she was near him. It was as if he could find no fault with the world.
No fault with himself.
It was a tranquility he’d never imagined could exist. And all from an assassin. It made no sense whatsoever, but then feelings seldom did.
Gisela gasped at the fullness of Xaydin inside her body. What she felt for him terrified her. What they were doing was madness given who and what they were.
She was an assassin. He was a bounty hunter.
And yet she was helpless against her body’s desire for him. Her heart’s desire to be near him. To soothe this man whose eyes were always tormented, like a stormy sea forever bereft of sunshine.
He guided her with his hands, showing her how to make love to him from above. She watched his face closely and wondered if her own features mirrored the pleasure he gave her.
His breathing was rapid as he bit his lip and growled while his hands urged her to move faster.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered as she found a rhythm that pleased them both.
Xaydin cupped her face in his hands while he let her thrust for both of them. Let her sate the longing he had to just stare at her beautiful body until he was drunk from it.
However, the last thing he wanted was for her to be embarrassed should someone interrupt them.
Closing his eyes, he shielded the room, hoping Candara wouldn’t be rude enough to break his wards and enter. Masakage would know better.
His sister…
Gisela turned her face in his hands and kissed the inside of his wrist. His heart quickened at the gesture.
She was marvelous. Truly, an unexpected treasure.
He felt her body tightening against his shaft as she quickened her strokes. A smile played at the edges of his mouth as she came for him.
It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her cries of pleasure filled his ears and warmed him through and through.
Pulling her down to his lips, he swallowed those cries before anyone else heard them and lifted his hips, driving himself even deeper into her body.
He could feel her heart pounding against his chest as he held her and thrust faster until he found his own release while she kissed him deeply and fully.
Hissing in pleasure, he savored the sensation of her wet heat until his body was completely drained and sated. There was nothing in all the kingdoms like his precious assassin.
No one could ever compare to her. Nor could they give him a more wonderful moment.
Gisela rested herself on her elbows so that she could stare down at Xaydin. She kissed her way along the edge of his whiskered jaw and just inhaled the warm, masculine scent of him.
She quickly checked the bandages over his stab wounds to make sure he hadn’t started bleeding again. The last thing she wanted was to cause him any more pain. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, love. It’d take a lot more than your mere weight to harm me.”
