Free Daughters of Lyra: Heart of an Assassin by Felicity Heaton Page B

pleading
him to move, to take her mind off the pain and dark thoughts that
were creeping in at the corners of her mind. This wouldn’t be their
only time. She wouldn’t marry another. She would only marry the man
that she loved, if he would have her. There was no one as worthy of
her love as Ixion. “Kiss me.”

    He did. He dipped his head
and brushed his lips over hers, his kiss sweet and slow. Her heart
warmed and her body relaxed under the gentle ministrations. When
Ixion withdrew and slowly eased back in, she felt no pain, only raw
pleasure. She moaned her encouragement.

    His pace quickened and she
deepened their kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, her body on
fire as Ixion moved against her.

    His own moans joined hers,
each thrust punctuated by one. Natalia closed her eyes and wrapped
her arms around him, clinging to him as he thrust into her, each
one making her body tighten a little more until she was close to
begging him to make her climax. She wanted to feel him climax
inside her, wanted this beautiful moment to be complete.

    Ixion touched her ear and
she didn’t realise that he had removed her translator bud until he
whispered words against her lips that she didn’t understand. They
were passionate sounding, hungry things that made her blood burn
even though she didn’t know what they were. It was a beautiful
language. It made her heart sing.

    His hands caught her
shoulders and he moved deeper, thrusting all the way in, taking her
out of her mind. Her body tensed but release seemed so far away.
She raked her nails down Ixion’s arms and then threaded her fingers
into his hair. She kissed him hard, her teeth knocking against his
with each thrust of his body into hers. He uttered something deep
and rough, and then jerked hard up inside her. His cock throbbed,
his warm seed spilling into her. She tensed her body around his
length and the hard pulsing of it pushed her over the edge. Her
hips convulsed against his, her thighs trembling with her climax
and a warm haze suffusing every molecule in her body.

    Ixion continued to kiss
her, slower now and softer, spreading the warmth inside her and
making her smile. She could feel his emotions in it and they
soothed her heart.

    She wasn’t the only one in
love.

    ****

    Chapter
7

    Ixion pulled the blanket
closed over Natalia’s front and tucked it around her shoulders as
best he could with one hand. His other arm was under her head, his
beautiful princess’s pillow. She slumbered on, unaffected by his
coddling, her face the picture of serenity.

    The night had fallen
silent shortly after he had found some blankets and she had fallen
asleep in his arms on the stage. The fighting had
stopped.

    The only sound now was
Natalia’s soft steady breathing and the small noises of the Friskin
as it moved around in the shipping crate beside them.

    Ixion sighed and carefully
lifted each rogue wave of black hair from Natalia’s face so he
could see it clearly. She was beautiful. His elusive
princess.

    The heart pendant he had
bought for her lay resting against her bosom, almost slipping into
her dress. She had asked him to put it on her after they had made
love. Everything had been so perfect that he had almost fooled
himself into believing that things would be different
now.

    They couldn’t
be.

    If her parents discovered
what she had done, they would be angry with her.

    If her parents discovered
what he had done, they would execute him.

    The black band around his
wrist crackled and then a voice came over it. The palace was
secure. The riots in the city had been quelled. They were safe to
return.

    Natalia’s nose wrinkled
and she curled up against him, as though she had heard those words
and didn’t want to go back to the palace. It was a nice fantasy.
When he told her that they could return, she would be happy, not
sad. He stroked his fingers across her forehead, not wanting to
wake her yet. He wanted to have this moment last a little longer,
wanted to