Assassin Queen by Chandra Ryan

wanted him every bit as much as he longed for her. She removed her clothing and stood in front of him naked. In her mind, he had to be near death with desire for her. It pained her how calm and collected he appeared, however. Fine. He wanted admissions of lust from her, that’s what he’d get.
    “I do not wish for you to be the one ravishing my body.”
    Was it her imagination, or did he look hurt by the teasing words?
    “Because I am the Assassin Queen. If there is looting to be done, I will be the one with the hand in the treasure.” She smiled as she took a step toward him.
    “Mercenary wench. Even your words are designed to slay men.” He pulled her to him and pressed her against his body as he kissed her.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    The little minx knew she held his heart in her hand and insisted on squeezing it just to watch him bleed. What was he ever going to do with her?
    He laughed as the obvious answer popped into his head. She seemed to have the same idea as she went for the ties on his trousers. As soon as his pants fell around his ankles, she had his manhood in her palm and was guiding him back toward the bed.
    “And is this you with your hand on the treasure?”
    He bit her shoulder as he asked. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it would sting. He wanted her, but he was irritated with her for putting him through that hellish heartbeat. When she’d said she didn’t want him to ravish her, he’d forgotten how to breathe.
    “Aren’t you a confident one?” She nudged him back until his calves hit the edge of the mattress. When he could go no farther, she pushed him so he sat down the bed.
    He smiled as she straddled his lap. Her sex was mere inches from his cock, but he refused to close the space that separated them. She’d initiated this, and she would see it to its end. “Of course. I would’ve been dead a great many years ago if I weren’t.”
    “True.” She lowered herself slowly until the hair that guarded her womanhood brushed against him. Still, he made no move to penetrate her. “False modesty is unbecoming anyway.”
    He clenched his hands against the urge to grab her and flip her so her back was on the mattress. The feel of her body was too much of a temptation for him. His anger had melted, and all that was left was raw hunger. Her hand continued to stroke the base of his erection as she slid her wet sex against the tip of it. The combined sensations drugged his mind and made his body tight with anticipation and longing.
    “Are you going to bed me, or aren’t you?”
    She laughed as he threw her words back at her.
    “Impatient rogue.” She positioned him at her entrance and then slid down on him slowly. “I was trying to make this enjoyable for you.”
    “And you’ve succeeded.” He moaned as she rose off him a few inches and then took him back into her warmth. “But we do have a king to overthrow and a mage to kill. I’m afraid time is a scarce commodity today.”
    “A good bedding is always worth the time it takes. Even if it takes all day.”
    Though she was correct, her movements were infernally slow and methodical. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed her hips with both hands and helped her with the pace. He didn’t demand hard and fast, but it was no longer maddeningly slow either.
    “When this is over and you’re on the throne, I will show you how right you are.” He laid back and then positioned his hand so he could stroke the sensitive bud located just inside the folds of her sex. She cried out at the contact and immediately started to ride him harder.
    Her thighs flexed and her back arched with each thrust. Her hair had come loose from the linen, and it spilled down her back in silken waves. She was magnificent. The scars that were scattered along her torso contrasted with the delicate beauty that clung to her slight frame. Form and substance. He’d never met a woman who balanced the two better.
    “Gods, yes.” She rubbed against his finger each