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The assassin's mark

Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: LibraryCat, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

She did not notice the way he wanted, only tried to push him away. Finally he put his hands on both sides of her head and kissed her mouth. This new shock erased her pain. She wondered if she wanted the pain back. But warmth spread from his hands, his chest, his mouth... Even inside her, his... She lifted her leg a little and inside a muscle jolted. He made a little jerking movement and she gasped as he moved. He felt wonderful now, the pain of a moment ago disappearing as her passion grew again. She put her arms around him, and the muscles in his back tensed up. She put her head back and he kissed her neck. She ran her hands around and over him. She wanted to touch him everywhere. She pushed her hips up, taking him into herself. He began to move inside her. She clutched at him helplessly as he moved in and out, again and again. She was aware of the raw power of his body, the sheer strength. And yet he was so gentle with her. She didn't want gentle any more. She wanted more of him. He sensed her need. She was growing more supple, increasingly wet. He slid in and out, throbbing for her. He wanted all of her. Perhaps by the end of the night he would have all of her. Perhaps she would allow him to lead her down several paths... At the thought of doing this many more times, it hit him with force. He clenched his jaw and attempted to hold on, increasing speed to bring her first.... She arched upward and cried out. He bent over and kissed her mouth, pulling her closer and closer as ... he pushed in... He too bent forward and cried out. They clutched at each other for a long moment before they sank together, spent. He was hard again. He opened his eyes. He was beside her, lying on his side. She had not climbed fully from her clothes, and suddenly he wished to look at her. All of her. She opened her eyes as she felt his hand on her breast, smoothing her shirt aside. She was too late to stop his fingers meeting the handle of her blade. He pulled another dagger from the folds of her shirt and stared at her. He held her down as she tried to sit up. He kept one hand on her shoulder as he ran his other hand over her body, as he should have done before he even lied down with her. She closed her eyes; even this impartial search felt sensual. He found the knives on the sides of her legs and pushed her legs apart. He ran his fingers around the leather straps that he had mistaken for garters. She sucked in her breath as his fingers came so close... He unbuckled it and it fell away. His hands left her body and she opened her eyes to look at him. He stared at her with a gaze that she could not stand. It was not hatred. It was not anger. He was just blank. He could now see her tattooed hip, the sharp symbol etched into her skin. "You do not belong here. So why are you here?" His tone was flat. He kneeled on the bed, set away from her. "I was sent to stop you from reaching your next destination. I was not to kill you except as a last resort." She trembled at his gaze. She ...