The Sexy book of Eden {Assassin's creed Lemons}

Art of Assassins

"Arno. " The woman in her beautiful red dress called while finishing the last bit of her portrait session. Arno stood like a Knight in his navy hooded jacket. He watched Annabelle and — felt something hot begin to boil inside of him.  He tries his best not to give in to his desire.

But poor Annabelle didn't exactly know what he planned to do to her once this last mission was over,  or when the artist was out of the manor.  

"Are you alright? " She now stands in front of him,  a bit too close for he can easily look down her dress and see her amazing—

"I'm fine. " He says.  She smiles while turning to walk away.  "But you won't be... " He mumbles.

"Lady Annabelle, " The artist had called for her, but Annabelle could not keep her eyes away from her friend.  He was acting weird, like he's hiding something from her. " we can finish this up tomorrow. You look quite exhausted.  "

Annabelle nods, while looking away from Arno and leaving the room.  The assassin had let out a breath he wasn't aware that he was holding,  the last time he had felt this type of feeling was when Elise was alive. 

How could some girl bring up the love he had so long ago? The heated feelings he has for her— he needed to let them out.

From her cute heart shaped face,  to her soft and lovely skin.  The swellness of her breasts and the way her dress fit her shape. He had wanted to hold her hips and kiss her under the display of fireworks and take her until dawn.  Arno was a hungry animal, and dear Annabelle Belrose was his prey.

"Why the weird act, Arno? " She asks. Closing the door behind her.  When he looked around, he frowned.  They were in her bedroom. The beautiful chase that sat next to the large balcony was where he sat,  while she took the chair. 

"It's nothing, Anne. " Arno fakes a smile.  "It's just a thought. "

Annabelle narrowed her eyes and slid closer towards her friend. Her hands resting on his kneecaps and face just inches away from his.

"You always hide stuff from me. " She pouts. When Arno saw her eyes, he didn't know what else happened.  The next thing he knew, Annabelle was on her knees , in front of him , with her lips pressed against his.  He grabbed her shoulders and shifted her away. 

"Anna... "

"Tai-tois. " she mumbles . "You've been silent for so long, " She brushes his hair back from his face.  "I want to know more about you. I may not be madame De La Sierre, but I want to —"

Arno had silenced her in mid sentence. His lips pulled her into a never ending passion, while her hands gripped his coat.

"I owe you for these past six years, and you've not once held it over my head. "  He says, connecting their foreheads together. "I need to pay you back. "

"Your payment is for you to let me inside. "  She says, "I know I may not be the ideal person you'd want to be involved with, but I can be someone you can open up to about anything. "

She means so well to him,  she didn't have to be the kind and sweet girl that reminded him of Elise. He knew what he wanted to do to her at the moment, and that didn't change. He was falling in love with her  and she didn't notice it in the slightest. Did she always feel like he didn't want her like this?

He stood on his feet while taking her hand and helping her up, looking into her brown eyes and pulling her close to him. Her lips were brushing against his face as she stepped back.  His eyes locking with hers, as his hands reached out for her.

" The moment I wound up chasing you again, " He warns.  "I promise it will not be pretty. "

Annabelle grins while walking away as fast as possible. Knowing whom her adversary is, and his odd behavior. She decided to play a game out of it.

"Anna! " Arno called out,  before hearing giggles. He smirks, while looking around.  He turns around and looks everywhere.  "I know you're here, come out already. "

He hears shuffling,  before turning towards the closet and slid the door open.

"I hope to get a thousand kisses when I find you. " Arno called out.  His head turned when he heard the door close and a flash of red zoom by. "You can at least lock the door."

He heard the giggles again while walking into another bedroom, but this time he had found her. She was in the closet peaking on him as he searched for her;  He had help finding her,  but that didn't matter.  It was time to collect his prize.

"...Love and Harmony combine, and round our souls entwine ..." His lips were brushing on her bare shoulders. Anna tried her best to keep her composure. His arms were right around her waist, and his lips were near her ear. "..Innocence and virtue meet."

Annabelle was smiling to herself, before turning around and kissing him again. His hands working diligently to take off her dress, and show him her beautiful body.  The one he's seen in portraits around the house.

"Arn—" he stopped her with a lick on her neck, and her body now on the bed.  "Aren't you still on your mission? "

"Oui, Mon Tresor. "  His hand gripping her thighs and locking them around his hips. "But those old men will learn to survive without me. "

She whimpered . His dick entered her with discretion, but the lady felt tightness stretching. Her hands clenching the shiny buttons on his jacket. Her moans were loud enough to fill the small room they were in. Arno had let out a shaky breath while gripping her legs and sending heavy thrusts into his lover's body. His lips grazing her skin.

"You're like a dog,Arno Dorian. " She teased, " You tend to play roughly with your toys."

"Who told you that you were a toy?" Arno asked, while shift into a different position. She grinds on his hips.  His hands holding her tight as he thrusted upwards. Her body shivering as he leaned close enough and kissing her neck.

"I...I just felt that..."Annabelle began, "You wouldn't love me as I love you. "

"Annabelle.." He mumbles, but Annabelle shakes her head.

"It's fine if you love Elise still. "  She says,"You've known her all your life. I can't make you as happy as she has."

His eyes widen as he say wet stains on his coat. He sat up and kissed her in a slow and lingering motion. Her hair was out of her updo, and his fingers brushing her tears away.

"No, you're not Elise. " He bites her lip,and frowns. "You will never be her,but Annabelle- that doesn't matter. I still love you for your kind heart and sweet nature. "

He kisses her again, before flipping her over and continuing the night.

When the night was over, and the two laid on another, Arno was smiling. His hands locking with hers, and lips pressing on her forehead.

"Annabelle Elizabeth  Dorian sounds like a good name. "He says.

"Qui. I agree, Mon amor. " She grins. Arno smiles while kissing his new wife.