Assassin's Honor (54 page)

           
"If you're trying to prove you know how to control your ability, dolce mia, you've done that," he growled.

           
"I'm not trying to prove anything, amore mio. But I do have to admit that I like being the one in control."

           
She smiled up at him as she went down on her knees. The excitement and anticipation in his eyes said he was enjoying himself, and she watched him as her thoughts guided his jeans downward and off his body. When she'd finished, he stood naked, his back braced against the door. With only inches between him and her mouth, she blew a gentle breath over his hard erection. He released a soft groan.

           
"Christus," he rasped.
" Inamorato
, I want you."

           
She had to admit that she was enjoying herself almost as much as he was. Another smile curved her lips and she envisioned her tongue laving up the hard length of him. His entire body went rigid against the door. She blew on him again, before allowing her invisible touch to stroke his staff then circle around the cap of him.

           
"Nam amor de Deus, Emma."
His voice was rough and unsteady.
" Carissima
, please."

           
"Shall I stop?"

           
The mischief in her voice made him strain at the invisible bonds that held him pressed to the door. He groaned.
"No, Christus, no."

           
"I didn't think so."

           
He stared down at her as she resumed the exquisite torture she'd been inflicting on him for the last few minutes. Eyes closed, her forehead was furrowed in concentration. A fraction of a second later, his sacs drew up tight beneath his rod from the heat sliding over the top of his cock and then downward. It was as if she were really sucking on him. A groan rolled out of him.

           
It was the most incredible sensation he'd ever experienced. Then he felt the warmth of her physical touch. Her hand enveloped him as she slid her body up against his. The invisible restraints holding his hands immobile slipped slightly, but not enough to capture her in his arms. In reality he knew he could use his ability to manipulate her as well, but he didn't want to. He was enjoying her playful control far more than anything else he'd ever done in his life.

           
Her thumb stroked the top of him as her fingers tightened around him in a squeeze that was exquisitely pleasurable. She pumped her hand over him while her mouth worshiped his chest and then the base of his throat.
Christus.
He'd married a seductress of the first order. Her teeth nipped at the side of his neck before she suddenly pulled away from him.

           
What the--if she thought she was going to just walk away without finishing this, she was going to learn a thing or two about Sicari males. With a growl, he broke one arm free of her hold. She'd put about three feet between them and was watching him with surprised amusement.

           
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Her voice was husky with desire as she met his gaze.

           
"What I want
is
you."

           
"And I want you."

           
The soft murmur promised untold pleasures as it filled his ears. It wasn't just an invitation--it was a proclamation that there was more in store for him. He tried again to free himself from her mental hold, but failed. There were few Sicari women with telekinetic powers, and to have a wife whose abilities almost matched those of a Sicari male was going to prove more provocative than he could ever imagine. Her gaze locking with his, she ran her hands down over her breasts, pausing briefly at her nipples to circle them with her fingertips.

           
Enraptured, he didn't even try to move again as, one by one, she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. The material parted slightly and revealed her black silk bra.
The one with the lace in all the right spots.
Deus, he loved seeing her in nothing but that black bra and panties. He swallowed hard. The woman had learned the art of torment well.

           
The speed at which she undid her jeans and slipped them off her body would have lost a race with a snail. Black lace peeking out from under her shirt hugged her delicious thighs and clung to their apex with aching temptation.

           
He was ready to explode. He couldn't deny he loved the fact that she was in control. It was the most arousing thing he'd ever experienced, but she'd made him so hot he didn't think he could hold out much longer, and what he wanted most was to be inside her.
Joined with her so they were one.

           
Her fingers drifted along the edges of the blouse and his mouth went dry. That's it, inamorato, take the shirt off. Take it off. As if she heard his thoughts, she smiled and shrugged out of the blouse. He barely noticed it fluttering to the floor, because his blood was thundering in his head as he stared at her. The black silk against her peach-colored skin was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Bella e rotica.

           
For a moment, he just stood there staring at her, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd freed him of her mental hold. A slow smile of temptation curved her lips as she crooked her finger and beckoned him to her. At the same time, the warmth of her thoughts caressed his cock with loving skill. His body tightened as one sensation after another slammed into him like a sledgehammer.

           
A raw sound rumbled out of his chest, and in a flash of movement, she was lying on the bed beneath him. His hand slid up a silky thigh to the fragile lace panties. The surge of primitive heat raging through him made him snap the thin lace and tug it from underneath her. Hazel eyes widened with surprise before they narrowed to a sultry, come-hither look.

           
He dragged in a sharp breath of need as he stared down at her. He'd never thought it possible to love a woman so deeply that giving her up was tantamount to giving up his soul. If she hadn't saved him that night in the Order's Council chambers, he would have never known what it meant to be truly alive.

           
His palm slid across her thigh and came to rest at her apex, where he slid a finger into her slick folds. He watched her eyes flutter shut as he stroked her. Then, when he found the small nub of flesh hidden in her creamy depths, she arched her back with a soft cry of pleasure. In seconds, she climaxed. Deus, it had been good before, but today was something completely different.

           
There was something unique about this experience. Maybe it was because he knew she'd finally come to accept her Sicari ability or perhaps it was the equal footing they were on now. Whatever it was, it was the best it had ever been between them. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the small indentation of her stomach.

           
With careful deliberation, his mouth worked its way up to her breasts. She quivered against him, and he stared into her eyes as he closed his mouth over one breast and sucked at her nipple through the lace. The pleasure sweeping over her lovely face served only to heighten his enjoyment. Deus, she was beautiful.

           
The fact that she loved him at all amazed him, but she did. She mewled with pleasure as he abraded her nipple with his teeth. His fingers unclasped her bra and it went the way of her panties. The moment there was nothing left between them, he opened the flood-gates. A powerful craving filled his limbs as his hands cupped her buttocks and he thrust deep into her. Hot and creamy, her folds contracted around him with a mind-numbing pleasure. He withdrew from her slowly, but her hips bucked in protest. Once more, he pressed deep into her with a leisurely stroke. She cried out her protest.

           
"Oh God, Ares, please.
Now.
I need you now."

           
The ragged plea pulled him over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. He answered her cry with one thrust after another, reveling in the sounds of her excited cries of passion. She climaxed first, sending ripple after ripple of sensation across his cock. He hadn't thought it could get better between them, but it had.

           
"Deus, Emma," he rasped. With another shout, he plunged into her one more time and throbbed as her contractions milked him completely. He stayed arched above her for a long moment, enjoying the way her body fit his so seamlessly. His gaze swept over her sated expression, and when her eyes fluttered open, his heartbeat slowed to almost nothing at the love shining in her eyes. It humbled him in a way he'd never experienced before.

           
"Ti amo, Emma.
Ti amo con tutta l'anima," he said in a hoarse voice. He kissed her gently then shifted his body until he was on his side next to her.

           
"I love you with all my heart, too."

           
The quiet response made him trail his fingers across her cheek. He rolled onto his back, and with a happy sigh, Emma snuggled up against him. Her mouth trailed a small path across his side, while his fingers curled through her hair.

           
He must have dozed a little while because the light outside had changed. The shadows indicated it was late in the afternoon.
Nestled against him, Emma's arm lay draped across his chest.

           
"Ares?"

           
"Hmmm."
He was half-awake, but the sound of her voice made his cock stir.

           
"Are you awake?"

           
"It depends on why you want me to be awake." Eyes still closed, he smiled at the memory of their last lovemaking session. She playfully slapped him.

           
"Stop it," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice. "I'm trying to be serious."

           
"About what?"
It sounded like she intended to broach a delicate topic. She hesitated. That sealed it. Whatever she wanted, he was certain the Tyet of Isis was involved. He released a patient sigh. "What is it you really want, carissima?"

           
She pushed herself upright, and he opened his eyes to look up at her, unable to help noting how beautiful her rose-tipped breasts were. "I thought we could picnic at the towers tomorrow."

           
"That's all?" he asked with a skeptical arch of his eyebrows.

           
"Well, I was going to save it for a surprise, but I guess now's as good a time as any. Atia sent your sword back."

           
"What?" He stared at her as she nodded slightly.

           
"She said it had been in your family for such a long time, it seemed a shame to let it just rust in her office when you might need it for slaying dragons."

           
"Praetorians she means." Deus
help
him. He wasn't sure who was going to be the death of him.
His godmother or his wife.
Still, the thought of having his Condottiere back sent a rush of pleasure through him. He couldn't deny having it back made him feel good. He arched his eyebrow at Emma, and she smiled with triumph.

           
"So, since you have your sword back, I thought we might walk to the towers."

           
"Okay, we'll walk." Relief swept through him. If all she wanted to do was go to the towers he could live with that. And with his old sword in hand, he felt even more confident in his ability to protect her. He groaned as he saw a mischievous twinkle suddenly sparkle in her beautiful eyes.
"Now what?"

           
"Oh nothing, I just thought that if you didn't want to walk to the towers, we could always explore the caves that run under the house," she said with a grin. "Cook says the caves run from here to the towers. She said the Cathars used them to hide from the Crusaders."

           
"Caves?"
He grimaced. "Emma, I don't--"

           
"But if you don't want to, we can do something else."

           
The innocent note in her voice didn't deceive him. She was up to something. His cock stirred at the idea of a picnic in their room. Perhaps some more of that whipped cream and then a leisurely shower.

           
"Like what?"

           
"We could go to Rome." Her casual statement made him jerk as he stared into her laughing eyes.

           
"Rome? Dulcis Mater Dei, woman, you're insane," he exclaimed. "Do you really think I'd just carry you into the heart of Praetorian territory like it's little more than a picnic in the woods?"

           
"Well, you seemed averse to the idea of the caves."

           
She shrugged, her breasts brushing across his chest in a distracting way as she slid one leg over his. If she thought she was going to seduce him into doing what she wanted, she'd underestimated him.