Free The Guild of Assassins by Anna Kashina Page A

she glanced at his face.
    His blue-gray eyes held none of the mockery he had showed before. He looked at her with a mix of fascination and longing, so intense that she shivered. As she made contact, she could no longer turn away.
    Her mind screamed caution. Was this a trick? Or did he just show her a possibility she had never considered before?
    And why did she suddenly feel so tempted to believe it?
    Her tired arms didn’t want to hold her anymore. She needed rest, and she tried to tell herself that was all it was as she leaned down into his chest until his face was mere inches away. His gaze trapped her, the promise in his eyes so overwhelming that she felt her head spin. Was she imagining it?
    Was he trying to trick her?
    She turned up her face. Inadvertently, her lips brushed against his. Dear Shal Addim, I didn’t realize we were so close. She shivered, dizzy with his barely perceptible smell of pine, with the way he looked at her, with the feeling of his body toned against hers. His lips. Did I do it on purpose? Or did he? It didn’t seem to matter anymore. Even if it was a trick, she no longer cared. The pull was so strong that she couldn’t possibly resist it.
    Her mind retreated as she leaned down and kissed him.
    His arms closed over her, moving against her back in a slow, powerful caress. She shuddered and drew deeper into his embrace, strong enough to break every bone in her body if she didn’t match it with the strength of her own.
    It was a violent feeling of passion beyond control that came out of nowhere and crept up on them unawares. They struggled in each other’s arms, hovering on the border between roughness and tenderness. It was fierce, but after a while it no longer seemed enough. They broke apart to pull off their clothes, so that nothing could possibly be in their way. She got on top of him and he drew her into his arms. She grasped him, drunk with the warmth of his smooth skin against hers, with the way his body yielded to her touch until there was nothing left between them.
    He was so strong it was frightening, a lethal fighter at the edge of control, and this thrill of danger drove her on, making it impossible to hold anything back. She moved on top of him until she found his hardness below and opened up to let him inside. She shivered as he entered her, digging her fingers into his skin, arching her back so that he could go in deeper. A moan escaped through her clenched teeth and her head fell backward, letting it out.
    His hands lifted her as if she were weightless. He shifted her and rolled over, so that he was now on top, thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on.
    The world around them was slowly collapsing, leaving nothing but his body moving against hers, his strength that made this wild passion seem breathtaking, like a fight, an ultimate form of closeness that transcended life and death in its perfect balance. He was like her, an unmatched warrior, a lover whose passion was the essence of his incredible skill. She sensed him as if he were a part of her, every move, every beat, every thrust that left her gasping for more until she was breathless, and beyond, into a void that left her disoriented. She shuddered in his arms, but his hold was steady until, in a last thrust, he released all of his strength into her. She gasped and screamed, grabbing on, her fingers digging into his flesh, their bodies intertwined so much that they felt like one.
    The world shivered and went still around them. There was nothing left.
    He lifted her against him, rolling onto his back and easing her on top. She relaxed over him, unable to move or even fully understand where she was. His arms enfolded her, gentle and tender as he held her close against his chest, his warmth easing her shivering as she clung to him with the last of her weakening senses.
    She didn’t remember how long it was before she was able to move again, to lift herself up just enough so that she could see his