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the calamity of sensations and feelings
inside her. Renie had told her that males could make the female
body do funny things but she had never imagined that it would feel
like this, that she would feel as though her body was taking
control and leading her actions.

    “ Why did you
stop?” she breathed, still trying to get hold of
herself.

    His black eyebrows knitted
into a heavy frown and he stood, pacing a short distance away from
her.

    “ I am an
assassin… under your father’s command no less—”

    “ Stop!” She
didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want him to find a reason not to
kiss her when she knew that he wanted it as much as she did. He
looked over his shoulder at her with hurt in his purple eyes. She
had never wanted him to look at her like that. It hurt her heart.
It made her realise what he had wanted to say. “Don’t mention my
father… or the palace… or that I am a princess… because I wish that
I wasn’t and I have done from the moment I met you.”

    He turned now, a stunned
look replacing the pain in his eyes.

    Natalia turned away,
unable to see him when she said this because she feared it wouldn’t
make a difference. She was frightened that she would lose her
nerve. Ixion was the only male that she had ever wanted. She
couldn’t bear it if he rejected her because of her
title.

    “ I wish I
wasn’t a princess,” she whispered and lowered her head. She
uncurled her fingers and looked at the purple heart resting in her
hands. Ixion’s heart. She wanted to take hold of it and not let it
go, wanted to make him see that it didn’t matter what titles they
bore, because she loved him and she knew that he had feelings for
her. “I just want to be Natalia… I want to be free to sing wherever
I want to and do whatever I want.”

    “ What is it
that you want so badly that you cannot have or do now?” he said
close to her ear and she closed her eyes, relishing the way it felt
to have him near. It was comforting and warmed her heart. He made
her feel safe. He made her happy. “To sing?”

    She shook her head, turned
to face him, and looked deep into his eyes. “You.”

    His eyes narrowed, the
passion in them reigniting, and then she was in his arms. They were
tight against her back, crushing her to his chest. His mouth
descended, claiming her lips in a fiery kiss that made her heart
burn. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and surrendered to
him. His tongue plundered her mouth and she fought back, stroking
it with her own. The sound of his deep moan made her shiver with
delight and empowered her. She slid her hands up his chest, the
pendant tangled around the fingers of her left hand, and looped her
arms around his neck.

    The sound of weapons fire
drifted into the distance, the hard beat of her heart drowning out
all noise. Ixion’s hands settled against her sides, fingers
pressing in hard as though he wanted to hold her forever and never
let her go. She wished that he wouldn’t. She wanted to be his
forever. She wanted to give him every part of her—her heart, her
body and her soul.

    His lips trailed fire down
her neck and she leaned back, sighing at the ceiling as his silken
tongue traced sensual patterns on her flesh. He travelled lower,
his hands coming up to press into her back as he placed soft kisses
on the curve of her breasts. Her nipples tightened against her
dress and she found the courage to unleash her first moan. It felt
so good that she did it again. Ixion responded by tugging at the
short bodice of her dress. Her breasts spilled out when he undid
the dark blue ribbons that held it closed across them.

    She gasped when his lips
latched onto her right nipple, tugging it into his mouth. Her wide
eyes fell shut again when he suckled and laved the pert nub,
sending warm sparks skittering across her skin. She buried her
fingers into his hair, clutching him to her breast, wishing he
would never stop.

    Instinct made her lift her
leg and wrap it around his backside.