That single word hovered in her mind. If she did this, it would change her forever. She might even conceive his child.
A pregnant assassin. Her mother would definitely throw her out.
Or have her executed. Most likely executed. After all, her mother was nothing if not a hypocrite.
But in the end, it was her curiosity and desire that got the better of her. Her mother had always said it would lead her to her damnation.
Tonight, that led her straight toward the arms of a man who should be her enemy. Yet this was where she wanted to be.
“Make love to me, Xaydin.”
12
Xaydin was stunned by Gisela’s unexpected words. This was a woman who’d come here to kill him. One he still wasn’t sure wouldn’t try if he gave her a chance.
Granted, the last few days had been…
Special wasn’t quite the right word. Different, but that didn’t sound right either.
There wasn’t really a word for what they’d shared.
So, he stared at her in disbelief. “I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.”
As she started away, he caught her hand.
“Gisela—”
“It’s fine, Xaydin. I wasn’t serious.”
He didn’t need his brother’s mind reading abilities to know that was a lie. She’d definitely meant it, and she was currently pissed off at him.
“I’m not saying no, my lady. You just caught me off guard.”
Gisela wanted to be angry. More than that, she wanted to strike out at him.
But he was right. From his perspective, her request had come out of nowhere. She’d given him no indication that she felt like this about him. Or that she was the least bit interested in him.
In truth, she’d rebuffed him and been quite standoffish, one kiss notwithstanding.
Xaydin rose slowly from his pallet so that he could face her. “Is this really what you want?”
Honestly, she wasn’t sure. A part of her salivated for him, but another part was terrified.
Would it change her? That seemed stupid, but she didn’t know for certain. She’d seen plenty of men and women who were wanton. Lust controlled them. She didn’t want to be like them. A pawn driven by hormones.
But at the same time, she did want to experience it at least once. Preferably with someone she liked.
“Is it pleasurable?” She felt stupid even for asking.
An adorable grin curved his lips. “It can be. If done right.”
Mortified, she covered her face with her hands. “Forget I said anything.”
He approached her slowly. Even though she couldn’t see him with her eyes closed, she felt every inch of him. He gently pulled her hands from her eyes and cupped her face in his hands. Tilting her chin, he bent down to whisper in her ear. “Look at me, Gisela.”
She did.
