Seventy-One
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Dianna
W e landed, and Samkiel placed me gently on my feet. I dreamed of
this house often, but it looked so different from my memories. The
brick path Gabby and I had laughed and fought over while building it was crumbling, little bits of grass growing through the cracks. Overgrown and misshapen shrubs lined it, sentinels to the neglect. It was quiet in the neighborhood. There was nothing and no one out of the streets. The streetlights buzzed, and I couldn’t tell if it was from Samkiel or just the
sound of the lights.
“What is this place?” Samkiel asked.
“It’s the first home Gabby and I bought after leaving Eoria. It was our original safe house.”
I turned to him and held my hand out. Samkiel studied me, and I saw the understanding in his eyes. He understood how important this was to me.
He, of all people, knew how hard it was to share memories that both made you who you were and cut you to the bone.
“I want to show you.”
He took my hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my fingers in a silent thank you. Even with the gloves I wore, I could feel the energy radiating off of him. We walked up the wooden steps and paused on the porch. A bright sticker was stuck to the front door.
FORECLOSURE. PROPERTY OF THE CITY OF ADONAEL.
I dropped Samkiel’s hand and ran my fingers over the weathered edges of the sign.
“I stopped paying for this place after—” I shrugged, dropping my hand.
“I figured what’s the point, you know?”
Samkiel watched me as if he could see into my very damaged and bruised soul. He reached out and twisted the doorknob until the lock broke.
The door swung open with a slow creak. “Tell me more. Show me.”
He was doing it again, trying to help me heal. Only this time, it was on my terms. I took a deep breath and entered, Samkiel right behind me. The house was quiet and dark. Samkiel closed the door behind us, his palm lighting with silver, illuminating the room. Dust motes swirled into the air, disturbed by our footsteps and the cold breeze that had sneaked inside. I looked around, memories of the hours Gabby and I had spent looking through used stores for the mismatched furniture bittersweet.
Samkiel followed me into the kitchen, holding his hand higher to ensure I had enough light. The kitchen was bare, with one chair pushed up against the small table. I idly wondered where the second one had gone as I ran a hand over the wall closest to me.
“She hated the pattern that was here when we first bought it, so we spent almost two weeks trying to find a better one. It had to be perfect. This was our first real place. I wanted her to love it and everything in it. I wanted it to feel like home.”
I stroked my hand over the countertop as we passed through the small kitchen, exiting into a small hall on the other side. It split into rooms, one on either side and circled back to the living room in the other direction.
“Was it home?”
I nodded, stopping short. “I like to decorate, especially this place. It was ours.”
I turned slowly, my gaze drawn to the engraving on the wall. My heart raced, beating so hard I was sure I was dying. A cold sweat slicked my skin, and tremors racked my body. I hadn’t realized I’d moved, only that I was there. I reached up and traced the initials carved into the wall.
“What is this?” Samkiel asked from behind me, grounding me and ripping me from the memories that threatened to drag me back into the darkness.
“It’s our parents and our initials. We were painting, and I wanted something to remember them by. Some symbol that we all belonged to each other. I was so sentimental then.” My hand dropped, the truth of my reality sinking in. It had nothing to do with my past, only my future.
Samkiel reached up, tracing the letters, too. “It is not sentimental. My mother and I carved our names into a tree on Rashearim. It was when I was
younger, and my father was away fighting some battle.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. That tree stayed until my world fell. It is nice you still have your tree,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
He was doing it again, easing into my cracked soul. A word, a glance, an affirmation that he would take care of me, and I would be okay. And I hated it. I hated it because I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve him.
“I told you that Kaden was my first. First, everything, really. I tried to make something work between us while I was stuck where I was, and at first, I thought we had. A part of me cared for him, but all that changed when I caught him with someone else. Our relationship ceased to be, if there had actually ever been one. He was bent on controlling me. I was to do what I was told when I was told to do it. If I didn’t… Well, let’s just say Kaden was creative in his punishments.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, fighting back the memories of the worst of his retaliations. The sight of his hand cupping Gabby’s chin before the sound of the crack that destroyed my world. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue.
“He had lovers. I had lovers, but I never got attached to anyone ever again. Even with Camilla, it was never serious for me. Not until you. I have trust issues.” A small breathless laugh escaped my lips. “I have a lot of issues, and I know I can be mean and rude and cruel. I also know I will never fully heal. He destroyed a part of me. It was one of the best parts, and I will never get that back. I mean that with every fiber of my being. I know you want to help, to help me get my powers back, but when they do, if they do, I still won’t be the same girl you are chasing. The last part of my family is gone. I know you want that girl who laughed at the festival, who took pictures with you, who held you, who would have given her life for you and her sister, the one who hoped and could see the good in life, but I’m afraid she is gone too. Samkiel, I’m being as honest and open with you as I know how to be. I am a mess of jagged pieces and broken parts, but…”
Samkiel’s brows bunched together, but he didn’t press or grow frustrated with me. He only watched and listened.
“But,” I finally said, “every fragment, every piece of me still left, cares about you. Even the very dangerous and ugly parts.”
“Dianna,” he cupped my cheek, the heat of his palm rough against my skin, “there are no ugly parts or pieces of you, and I care about them all,
broken or not.”
I felt a crack form in the locked door deep within me. It was a small one, but it let out a shimmer of light.
The next part was the hardest for me to admit, and I swallowed, bolstering my resolve. “I hurt you, punishing you for someone else’s mistakes, and I’m sorry. I couldn’t push Gabby away, but I can you. It wasn’t fair. I just,” I paused, forcing out the words that broke my heart, “I just didn’t want to stick you with a horrible life, too.”
Something sparked behind his eyes, as if my words caressed some broken part in him, too. I didn’t apologize. I never did. Only to Gabby and now to him. Twice. I hoped he could see that and understand what he truly meant to me.
“Dianna,” he paused, seeming to gather his words, “there is no life with you in it that would be horrible. Horrible is living without you.”
A lock on a door in the house we stood in faded.
His smile was devastating. He tenderly brushed a piece of hair back from my face. “Thank you for apologizing and bringing me here. If you wish to stay here all night and talk, we can, or if you wish to sit in silence, we can do that, too.”
He was so sweet and kind, and I didn’t deserve it, not one damned bit.
But I wanted it, and I was going to take it.
“I lied earlier.”
Samkiel’s brow ticked up. “Oh?”
“You asked if I had ulterior motives, and I did,” I whispered, exposing my ragged heart. “I didn’t bring you here just to tell you that.”
A small frown edged his features, and I wondered if he thought maybe I’d brought him here to try to kill him again.
“Why did you bring me here, Dianna?” he asked, his already deep voice dropping an octave.
I stepped back, my hand lifting to the zipper of my jacket. The sound of the metal separating echoed through the quiet home. He’d asked me if I was cold earlier, and I’d lied when I said I wasn’t. All I wore beneath the jacket was a red lace bra so thin my nipples showed through it. The straps crisscrossed over my breasts and back, matching the panties beneath my pants. Neverra had given me a knowing grin when I’d asked her to get me the sexy lingerie.
Samkiel slowly lowered his gaze, seeming to savor the sight of me. His entire body went rigid, and I swore he stopped breathing.
“It’s hard to get you by yourself, and I wanted a place no one, not even you and The Hand, could know about.” I shrugged off the jacket and let it fall to the floor behind me.
His gaze swung to mine, his eyes filled with pure unadulterated lust, silver ringing his irises.
I stepped close to him and pushed to my tiptoes, letting my breasts brush against his chest. I pressed my lips to his and lovingly cupped his face. Samkiel, for the first time since I had known him, froze. His mouth didn’t move against mine. He didn’t try to part my lips or take command of the kiss. He didn’t kiss me back.
Samkiel’s hands grasped my arms and pushed me away, but he didn’t let go of me. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat. I was too late. Every fear that had nipped at me over the last two days came rushing back, and my heart ached with the loss I knew was coming. Would I survive this one?
Maybe I had pushed him too far and done too much damage. I didn’t blame him. Even gods could only take so much. I didn’t deserve his kindness, and I knew better than anyone that I didn’t deserve him.
“Dianna.” He gazed down at me, my lips, my face, then back again. “I can’t do this.”
The remaining fragments of my heart broke. I was too late. I pushed out of his arms, and he let me.
“Is there someone else?” I snapped, picking up my discarded jacket and shoving my arms into it.
“What?” He recoiled at the suggestion. “No. How could you ask me that?”
“Well, because I was practically topless in front of you, trying to kiss you, and you stopped me.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. Was he angry? Pissed? I wouldn’t
blame him. I was terrible.
“You don’t understand. Logan said—”
“Logan?” I scoffed. “You’re thinking of Logan while I kiss you?”
“No!” he practically shouted. “He said the next time I was with you, I needed to clarify my intentions. You left me so easily the last time I was this close to you, Dianna. I cannot do that again. I refuse to risk losing you. We will not do this without you knowing what it means.”
He held my gaze, and I could see his tightly contained hunger. My heart
pounded.
That’s what this was?
“I need you to understand what you’re doing. What you are asking for. I know what I said before about you using me, but I lied. The second I touch you, once I take you completely, there will be no other. I will not share you.
There will be no other lovers. I am not Kaden. I will demand you and only you. Do you understand? You mean too much to me. If we do this, you are mine, and I will not share you.”
My breathing quickened, matching my racing heart. Samkiel didn’t hate me. He just wanted to make it clear what we were about to do because I
meant something to him.
“Do you understand?”
I licked my lips, my mouth dry. Fear churned in my gut at the hope that rose in my heart. Gods, this man could destroy me. I took a deep breath and
nodded.
“I understand.”
“Good.”
He moved so fast I didn’t even feel the air shift. Every worry and insecurity disappeared the second he slammed his lips into mine. The world exploded. Lights flickered inside the house, fueled by his power, his energy leaking as he let his need off the chain. Then again, I was so blinded by need I could have been imagining it.
My hands roamed over every part of him I could reach. I pulled at his jacket, trying to push it off his broad shoulders. He pulled back, helping me shove it off his arms. We stood, staring at each other, both of us panting, our lips kiss swollen. Heat, as pure and hot as my flames flared between us.
Samkiel reached for me, and I stepped eagerly toward him. His mouth came down hard on mine again, this time in full command of the kiss. I jumped into his arms, and he caught me, his hands gripping my ass. My skin was aching to be against his. I practically climbed him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I rotated my hips, pressing the aching heat of my core against the front of his jeans. An inmortal sound rumbled in his chest at the friction. I did it again for another feel of the hardness I ached to have inside of me.
I explored every inch of his mouth before biting his lower lip. He growled at the sting and reclaimed my lips, his tongue spearing into my
mouth. I felt him move but was too consumed in the kiss to pay any attention until my back hit a soft surface. My eyes shot open when he pulled away. I pushed up on my elbows, prepared to follow him, but stopped in amazement.
Samkiel had transformed the room without his hands ever leaving my body. I glanced around, seeing he had laid me on the floor where the couches had been. A large thick duvet and plush pillows in various sizes and colors cushioned my body. Hundreds of candles lit the room with a golden glow. A small smile curved my lips when I noticed the petals that decorated the floor, their scent hanging heavy in the air.
“The flowers are a nice touch,” I said, nodding toward them.
A cocky smile lit his features. “I thought so,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. The candlelight caressed his dark hair and sharp jawline, gilding the heavy muscles of his chest. He was everything the mortals molded the gods after, so painfully beautiful I damn near ached. “The yellow and blue ones caught your eye that night in the garden as we walked. They were the only ones you reached out to touch.”
Warmth filled me at the memory and at the fact he had been so keen to notice. These were the same flowers he had given me that night, too.
“You deserve something nice, my Dianna.”
My Dianna
He didn’t know what that did to me. I raised my legs, bending at the knee slightly as I parted them. His eyes caught every movement, and the way he looked at me, you’d think I was already completely bared.
“Mmm hmm,” I purred, crooking a finger and beckoning him closer.
“Say it again.”
Samkiel’s eyes blazed molten silver. He moved with a predator’s grace as he knelt between my knees and leaned over me, the heat from that perfectly sculpted body setting me ablaze.
“My Dianna,” he whispered against my lips before pressing kisses to the tip of my nose, my cheek, and then my brow.
It was so nice and lovely. This was everything I wanted but had always been too afraid to hope for because I knew it was out of my reach. I never got sweet gestures, flowers, or romantic poetry. Yet here Samkiel was, making my dreams come true. My heart swelled so much it damn near burst.
“You deserve to be worshiped like the goddess you are,” he said,
pressing another kiss to my brow.
“I’m not a goddess.”
“You are mine.”
Heat pooled between my legs at his words, and I slid my hands beneath his shirt, caressing his chest and shoulders.
“I do not want a quick fuck from you, Dianna. I am very serious about my intentions.” His hand cupped my chin, tilting it up. “I will take my time with you, but if at any point you wish to stop, tell me. Do you understand?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
A moan slipped from my lips, and I nodded even if I didn’t quite get why I would ever want him to stop. “Yes.”
His lips claimed mine. The kiss started soft but deepened when I moaned. He supported himself on one arm and gripped my hair with the other hand, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth. My breath became his, fire erupting in my core. His tongue danced with mine before he sucked it into his mouth. I twisted beneath him, trying to pull him closer, my body roaring to life.
Oh yes, I needed this. I had been missing and searching for this so desperately. My hands pulled at the base of Samkiel’s neck, urging him to do that again. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and arched beneath him, rubbing the aching heat between my legs against his hardness. I whimpered, the friction from my jeans digging into me not nearly enough. He smiled against my lips before pulling back. His eyes met mine, and I didn’t need my powers to know that something monumental between us was about to change. It felt like the world knew it and held its breath in anticipation.
Cold rushed over me as he sat up, the loss of his heat making me shiver.
He traced my lower lip, and his chest rumbled with a low growl when I flicked my tongue over the pad of his thumb. Slowly, meticulously, he slid his hand down between my breasts, and my back arched, seeking more of his touch.
Samkiel held my gaze as his fingers circled my right nipple, and I couldn’t hold back my low whimper. He was teasing me, and he fucking knew it. He pinched my nipple through the red lace of my bra, and my hips lifted of their own accord. I moaned, cursing that I’d worn a damned bra now. He smiled wickedly and shifted to my left breast, treating it to the same torturous teasing.
I jerked and hissed as he tugged a fraction harder, but it wasn’t from pain, not even close. He watched me intently, even through his lust and hunger, learning what made me react and how to make my body sing. Gods, he was going to ruin me. Muscles flexed across his chest as he abandoned his assault on my now swollen and aching breasts. Samkiel dragged his fingers across my belly, and my breath hitched when he paused at the top of my pants to trail his fingers teasingly along the waistband. My whimper of disappointment died when he suddenly cupped my sex, the heel of his hand pressing with the perfect pressure against my clit.
“Do you think I could feel how wet you already are through these?”
My hips rocked against his hand, and I nodded. I closed my eyes with the added pressure, my hands fisting the blankets beneath me. I spread my knees further, opening to his touch.
“I can feel you practically throbbing,” he purred, his voice a low rumble. His fingers stroked and pressed against my center, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “Do you want me that badly?”
My lashes lifted just a fraction, just enough to see him through the thick veil. “Yes.” I managed to get a word out this time, and I didn’t care how desperate it sounded. I just needed him to keep touching me.
“Hm, let’s see then, shall we?” Samkiel said, nearly ripping the button from my pants. I lifted my hips in anticipation, and he grabbed the sides, stripping them from me and tossing them away. He wrapped one large hand around my ankle and held my foot up to the light. “Red?” he asked, glancing at my toes.
I nodded, biting my lip. “You said it was your favorite.”
He lifted my leg to place a kiss to the dip of my ankle. A whimper escaped me. The wet heat of his mouth seared into my very bones, electricity shooting from my leg to my stomach, making my core clench.
He smiled, his breath hot against my skin as he worked his way up my leg, licking the back of my knee before nipping and kissing at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
“I want to taste every part of you,” he said with a groan, “and I intend to.”
My anticipation grew with every brush of his tongue and touch of his teeth. He traced the sensitive crease of my leg where it met my groin, and I bucked against his mouth. His hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly.
Instead of turning toward the place I wanted him most, he moved up to my
hip, nipping at the lace of my panties. He bit the string, pulling it back before releasing it with a pop against my skin. I yelped, his muffled laugh vibrating against me, only adding to my frustration. I fought his hold, trying to angle him where I wanted his mouth to go. Samkiel ignored my attempts,
keeping me right where he wanted me.
Bastard.
His eyes darted toward mine as he licked across my stomach and past my navel, traveling away from where I ached the most.
Bastard, indeed.
My expression must have said it all because his smile brightened as he snaked past my breasts to nip lightly at my neck.
“Craving something, my Dianna?” he whispered against my ear. I shivered at the sensation, nuzzling my cheek against his, savoring the feel of his rough jaw. I wanted to pop him for his teasing, but the way he spoke and the feel of his breath and lips against my ear forced another moan from me. A sensitive spot I didn’t even know I had until him.
I nodded and ran my hands through his hair.
“Tell me what pleases you, Dianna.” His teeth tugged at my earlobe, sending shocks of pleasure to my lower belly. “Tell me what you crave, what you need. Tell me what you like so I can do it better than anyone you’ve ever had.”
“You. Just you.” The words left my mouth on a breathless whimper.
Samkiel’s mouth followed the line of my throat, his tongue lapping over my pulse. “Which part first?” I felt him smile against my skin. “You’re not nearly as wet as I need you to be to take my cock without hurting you. Do you want my fingers like when we were in Chasin, or would you prefer my
mouth and tongue first?”
Damned bastard.
“Your mouth.” I panted. “Your tongue.”
I thought I’d said something wrong as he raised himself on one elbow, but my doubts quickly died as silver sparks glinted in his eyes. Watching me, he trailed his fingers along my bra strap. He didn’t stop until he reached the center of the lace cup.
“Shall I start here?” he asked with a teasing tap.
Samkiel didn’t give me a chance to respond before he dipped his head and took my breast into his mouth. His tongue rasped across the lace, and my nipple tightened beneath the fabric. Blistering pleasure shot through me.
I moaned, lifting my hips in invitation, molten heat pooling between my legs.
“I love these little intricate undergarments you wear,” Samkiel said before gently biting down on my nipple, the lace adding an extra abrasion across the sensitive tip. He tugged, and I felt the pull in my clit. I cried out, my fingers digging into his arms and shoulders. “Although I think I prefer you bare.”
Samkiel snapped the strings between the cups with a sharp tug I barely felt. The bra fell away, and his hands took its place, cupping their lush weight. The rough pads of his thumbs ran over the tight, sensitive tips.
“Absolutely perfect,” he said reverently.
A strong, heart-clenching emotion ran through my body, mixing with my lust.
“I think you might have hit your head harder than you thought on the ice,” I said, running my fingers through his hair, my voice little more than a whisper.
Samkiel smiled and dipped his head, sucking my breast into the heat of his mouth. He flicked his tongue against my overly sensitized nipple and slipped his knee between my legs. I groaned and lifted my hips, grinding against his thigh. Each graze of his teeth and pull of his mouth made my pussy clench, desperate for him to fill it. Between the lace of my panties and the hard muscle of his thigh, I was getting closer. So close that I could almost…
Samkiel moved his thigh, taking away that bit of pressure that I needed.
My release faded, and I whimpered and glared at him. I tugged on his hair, damn near pouting.
“Sami.” The nickname left my lips on a strangled moan of protest. I stared up at him pleadingly, not caring how I sounded.
“Sami?” Male satisfaction filled his smile. “Call me that once more.”
“Make me come, and I will.”
“Not yet.” Samkiel cupped my jaw, the kiss he gave me brief and rough.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips. “The first time you come, I want it to be on my tongue.”
“Oh gods, Samkiel,” I moaned, trying to process his words as he slid down my body. He nipped and licked at my neck before pressing a kiss between my breasts, rubbing his cheek against the soft curves. His hot breath and wet mouth teased at the sensitive skin of my stomach, and I
twisted beneath him. My fingers combed through his hair, spreading my legs wider to give him more room for his broad shoulders. His laugh
vibrated against my navel.
“Impatient, are we?”
“Gods above, if I had my powers right now, I’d incinerate you for teasing me.” I looked down at him.
“There’s my girl,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.
My frustration melted into need at his words, and he saw it. He paused
at the top of my panties.
“Is this what you want, Dianna?”
He placed another kiss just above the lace edge, his mouth so close to where I needed it to be.
“Yes,” I practically begged, grabbing at his shoulders. “Please.”
Samkiel’s fingers gripped the side of my panties, and his power pulsed.
I felt the flash of heat against my most intimate flesh as they disintegrated.
He dipped his head and laid his tongue against my center, then slowly, as if savoring me, lapped up toward my clit. I damn near combusted. Nothing had ever felt so fucking good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Heat flooded my body, and my skin prickled. It felt like a spark of electricity rested on the tip of his tongue, sending my whole body into overdrive. My back arched, and I reached out, seeking something to ground me. I dug the nails of one hand into the soft plush blanket. If I had my powers, I knew it would be in shreds. The other hand curled in his hair.
“Do you like this?” Samkiel asked, his breath hot against my sex. He gave me another long slow lick, and I gasped. “I want the words, my Dianna. Tell me what you like.”
Words? He wanted words? My mind was putty. I wasn’t sure I even remembered language when he did that. My reply was a sharp nod and a whimper as I thrust my hips toward his face. I panted, my chest rising and falling as he smiled and lowered his mouth too damn slow.
He licked again, long and slow. I wanted to crawl out of my skin, my body coiled mess waiting to rupture. I didn’t care how I sounded as I writhed beneath him. It felt so good. So so good. I pressed as hard as I could against his mouth as he flicked his tongue over my clit, once, twice, and… I couldn’t count.
“You taste so good, baby. I could stay here forever.”
Samkiel slid his hands under me, cupping my thighs and using his thumbs to part my sex. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My toes tingled, pleasure shooting through my core. I was
so close.
“Which do you prefer?”
Was he teasing me?
“Slow?”
He ran his tongue from my opening to my clit and stopped. I shuddered
and groaned, my head falling back.
“Fast?”
His tongue swirled around my clit so quickly I damn-neared came off the floor. His grip on me tightened. “Samkiel!” I shouted.
“Or somewhere in between?”
He combined both motions, and my eyes rolled so far back in my head
that I feared they would get stuck.
“Answer me, Dianna.”
“All,” I gasped out, barely coherent. “All of it. Any. More. Please.”
His head dipped, and my moans became breathless pants as he licked and sucked on my sensitive flesh. I heard myself and knew I was saying words, but I had no idea what they were. The pleasure was too much, but I bucked my hips against his lips and tongue, never wanting him to stop. The stubble from his jaw rasped against my inner thighs, and I knew I would wear his mark. He had all the power now, and he knew it.
He lifted his head and licked his lips. I whimpered in despair, lifting my head to look at him. My breath stopped. Samkiel may have seemed in control, but his eyes said something different. They were pure molten silver, nearly glowing with power. Usually, when they burned like that, someone died. “Would you like just my tongue or fingers, too?”
He wanted me to speak again?
“Fingers,” I whimpered.
I held his gaze through my lashes, my body trembling with anticipation.
Samkiel reached out and traced my lips. I parted them beneath his touch, and he slipped two fingers into my mouth. I sucked, my tongue curling against them as my cheeks hollowed. He hissed and slid them in until my lips rested against the edge of his rings.
Samkiel never broke eye contact as he pumped his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and lowering his hand to tease my clit. He
slowly slid his middle and ring finger into my pussy before curving them at my entrance. I bit my lower lip as I felt them press into me. They were so much bigger and felt so much better than mine. I clenched around them, and my eyes closed in bliss, my body recognizing what it had been missing. Not what, but who. It was Samkiel. It had always been Samkiel. Nothing would ever be the same again.
He pumped his fingers in me slowly, teasingly, and lowered his mouth.
At the first touch of his tongue against my clit, I left my body. The combination was electrifying.
I writhed beneath him, my fists bunching the fabric beside my hips. I chased my release, my muscles tensing and my toes curling, the pressure building with every flick of his tongue and slide of his fingers. He pumped harder as if he could feel me reaching. I was so close, and I hadn’t been in so long. No matter what I did or what lovers I took, no one made me feel, no one except him. My nails dug into his scalp, begging him not to stop with every gasp and moan that parted my lips. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded, only that he never stopped.
Samkiel lifted his head and flicked his tongue against my glistening flesh before saying, “I love this spot. If I curl my fingers just deep enough
and apply the right pressure…”
I screamed.
“You like it, too?”
I nodded, or I thought I did. I couldn’t tell anymore. Pleasure so intense it felt like pain ricocheted from the tip of my toes to my nipples and back to my core. It was as if he controlled every fucking current in my body with his words and touch. I teetered once more on that edge of pure, unadulterated bliss, my orgasm within reach. And he took it away again.
He curled his fingers deep inside of me. “Use your words, Dianna.”
“Yes!” I moaned, my hands covering my breasts. I squeezed and pinched my nipples. “Gods, yes. I love everything you do to me.”
Hunger burned in Samkiel’s eyes as he watched me, the glow almost as bright as the candles. His tongue swept across my clit before he lowered his head and moaned against my swollen flesh, the sound vibrating through the ultra-sensitized bundle of nerves. Pure ecstasy was the only way to describe what I felt. My heart raced, and my breath was coming in small sobs. I gripped his hair, holding his mouth right where I wanted it. I was so close. I
just needed a bit more, but Samkiel lifted his head, and his fingers stilled, ripping it from my grasp.
I let out a small scream of frustration and slapped his shoulders.
Samkiel laughed and twisted his fingers inside of me. He knew damn well what he was doing, edging me toward my release and taking it away.
I whimpered. “Stop teasing me.”
Samkiel’s lips curved in a smile against my flesh, and I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.
“Ask nicely.” He curled his fingers, hitting that small spot inside of me with unerring accuracy. I yelped, my back arching.
“Please, please, please!”
“Good girl.”
He fell on me, feasting, demanding everything from me. I felt it then, that spark of energy he controlled inside of me. My body bent and burned for him, sweat slicking my skin. The pressure in my core tightened. For the first time in months, I felt something. My pussy quivered around his fingers, and my moans became begs, knowing I was about to come.
“That’s my girl,” Samkiel groaned against my clit. “Come for me.”
I screamed, pleasure ripping through my entire being. It was so intense I nearly blacked out. The room spun, and I gasped for air as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. Samkiel palmed my ass with his free hand and lifted me, holding me against his mouth, my body trembling uncontrollably.
He didn’t stop. Thank the gods, he didn’t stop.
“Sami. Sami. Sami.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming and didn’t care.
He’d withheld my orgasm for so long, and now it wouldn’t stop.
Damned bastard, indeed.
It felt as if I had no control over my body. My legs were shaking, draped limply over his shoulders. I tried to push him away with trembling hands.
Was this why he’d asked me if I wanted to stop? Could I die from pleasure?
My heart felt like it was going to burst. He set every nerve ending I had on fire. I had never felt nor experienced an orgasm as hot and blinding as this.
My body was his. It always had been.
Samkiel finally lifted his head, gently withdrawing his fingers from my pussy. I moaned at the emptiness, already craving more. I struggled to find the strength and finally managed to open my eyes. He shifted, laying my legs on the bed as he rose to his knees between my splayed thighs. He watched my sweat-drenched body twitch, aftershocks of pleasure rippling
through me. My core tightened at the smug look of male pride carving his beautiful features, and I had no comment, not a single one. He’d earned
every bit of that arrogance.
“So deprived, my Dianna.”
No words, I had no words. I only nodded, or I thought I did.
Samkiel reached for the edges of his shirt, and I sat up. He rolled his shoulders, slipping it down his arms. My hands splayed against his sides, his muscles twitching beneath my touch. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over his nipple before gently biting down. He groaned, his hips jerking.
I slid my hands over the ridged lines of his abdomen, feeling the muscles flex. My fingers found the button on his pants, and I ripped them open. He was hard against my palm but slippery with a thin coat of moisture. Had he already come? My eyes met his, confusion furrowing my brow.
Samkiel pushed me onto my back and slipped his pants down over his hips. He leaned over me and kicked them off. “I could come a thousand times over listening to you beg and those naughty little sounds you make.”
My breath hitched, and I parted my thighs wide, cradling him as he settled atop me. “And I plan to.”
The thick length of his cock settled against my swollen sex, and I couldn’t hold back my whimper. I writhed against him, rocking my hips. “I don’t think I can come anymore, Sami.”
He smiled, kissing my cheek, the tip of my nose, and then my lips. “Yes,
you can. I’ll show you.”
“Arrogant ass.”
He grinned against my lips before taking my mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. I tasted every bit of the pleasure he’d taken from me on his tongue. I reached between us and grasped his cock, his size giving me pause. He was long and thick, my fingers not meeting around his girth. It jerked in my hand as I stroked the silken length, my thumb sliding easily over the slippery tip. I broke the kiss, panting for breath as I rubbed the thick crown from my entrance to my clit and back.
Samkiel groaned, his cock pulsing in my hand. “Treacherous woman,” he growled and grabbed my hands. He pinned them above my head, holding my wrists in one big hand. Samkiel rested the head of his cock at my entrance, and I lifted my hips to meet him.
“Sami,” I whimpered.
Samkiel moved his hips back, then pressed deeper, teasing me with just the tip. My hands curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms. He entered me inch by glorious inch, slowly giving me time to adjust to the extreme stretch that his sheer size demanded of my body. The burn was a glorious ache that was both welcome and overwhelming.
“More,” I pleaded, twisting my hands in his grip, needing to touch him, needing him to go faster. “Please, Sami, I need all of you.”
He leaned over me, licking and nipping at my lips, tasting each gasped word, savoring every moan. His cock filled me, my body meeting each of his shallow thrusts with a rush of liquid, bathing him in heat, but his pace never wavered. He was going too slow when I needed him so badly.
I lifted my head and deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue with mine.
When he continued his maddening pace, thrusting slowly and deeply, I adjusted my legs around his waist and used my own strength to pull him against me. I thrust my hips up as he fell, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me. I screamed at the shock of pleasure and pain.
Samkiel caught himself before he would have crushed me. We lay unmoving, and I savored the kind of connection and intimacy I never dreamed existed.
“Dianna, baby.” He stretched my name out as he moaned. “Did I hurt you?”
Hurt? Pain? All fleeting, all temporary. But this, what I felt for him?
That was eternal.
“Never,” I panted, biting at his bottom lip and squeezing my muscles around the steely part of him that was lodged so deeply inside of me. “Now fuck me, please.”
He groaned so damn loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear if they hadn’t already. Fisting his hand in my hair, he took my mouth and moved his other hand to pin down my hip. His first stroke made my body arch, my scream pouring into his mouth. My nails raked down his back, tearing at his skin. He thrust again, and my body quivered around his cock, tightening in
sweet welcome.
“Mine,” he moaned. “You are mine.”
“Yours,” I gasped, his claim vanquishing the ugliness of my doubts and fears, the painful echoes of rejection and loneliness. I knew they would rise again—the scar was too deep, too vicious not to—but this man kept hold of his own.
My body bent and molded to his as if he had been made for me and I for him. We fit so damn well, and nothing could compare. I’d never felt so full, so complete, so alive.
The feel of his body was like a brand. Even if my powers returned, I’d crave him more than blood.
“Dianna, baby.” His thrust was hard and hot, an exquisite burn through flesh swollen from the force of my previous orgasms. His cock moved in and out of me in a demanding rhythm that bathed me in a rich, dark heat. I bit at his shoulder, neck, and any part I could reach as he hit that perfect spot inside of me, and I damn near saw stars. “So good. You feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck. Sami.” It was a whimper, a cry, and a beg. I needed more.
“Harder.”
He groaned, his fist tightening in my hair. “Fuck. Call me that again.”
“Sami,” I groaned. He growled, his next thrust making my body sing in pain and pleasure.
This joining wasn’t gentle or easy. It was furious and primal. Hard and rough with a pinch of pain, marking each other with teeth, claws, and words whispered amongst the sound of pounding flesh. Both of us were desperate to claim everything we thought we’d lost.
“Tell me you want me.” My voice came out in a breathless whisper, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his arms.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I always want you.”
“Tell me you need me.”
I needed to hear and feel it, and I didn’t care how it made me sound or if it made me weak. I was so tired of being used. Being unwanted. Being alone.
“Always.” He panted. “I can barely breathe without you, Dianna.”
I’d never felt so possessed, so indulged. Emotions ripped through my heart and soul as jolts of pleasure shot from my belly to my toes. I no longer knew where I ended, and he began. I didn’t care.
The invisible touch of his power reached between us, rubbing my clit as he thrust into me over and over again. I flung my head back and shrieked, muscles trembling from the strength of the passion that poured from me. I came hard, the most exquisite completion of pleasure, delicate muscles fluttering around his thickness, begging him to join me.
“Oh, Dianna. Baby.” He panted. “Fuck, like that. That feels so good. So
good. I’m going to—”
“Yes. Please.”
“Dianna.” He said my name like a prayer, coming inside me in a furious blaze of incandescence. The force of his release splintered the furniture.
Particles rained down but never touched us, as if even in the midst of his orgasm, he protected me. The street lights outside flicked and burst. Every candle he’d lit went out as he emptied himself inside me. Onuna fell into darkness, his energy blanketing the world.
He buried his face against my neck. I held him there until the tremors wracking our bodies eased, and we slowly stopped shaking. His bright, immortal power was still roused, laying over me protectively, and I thought I felt mine rise to claim him. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore I could feel flickers of emotion from him, from intense male satisfaction to his own shocked wonder at our joining and a deep, unfathomable wellspring of caring.
We lay there for what felt like eons, trying to process everything that had happened, everything that had led us here. I didn’t speak. I had nothing to say. I had learned something I couldn’t unlearn now that I knew it.
Samkiel had shattered my understanding of what it meant to make love. As cliche as it sounded, I had transformed into someone else. Something in me had shifted, and I had become a humble stranger to myself. I wondered if he felt it, too. All I knew was that a bond had solidified between us tonight. It felt different, stronger, unbreakable, and very, very dangerous.
I closed my eyes and slid my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping lightly against his scalp. His arms tightened, the full weight of him settling on me. For the first time ever, I felt safe and warm. The beast buried so deep inside of me stopped throwing herself against the walls of her prison and shuddered in relief. Samkiel nestled further into me as if he were afraid if he let me go, this would disappear.
“I wasn’t going to feed your massive ego anymore, but that was… okay.”
A rumble vibrated my entire being as he laughed. “Mhmm, whatever you say.”
I laughed even if I couldn’t express it fully with his weight pressing
down on me.
“I honestly expected better.”
I felt him smile against my neck before kissing it, and I savored the tingle that ran through me.
“Does it always feel like this with you? I mean, I’ve seen the dreams, heard the stories, but….” My voice trailed off. The words had left my mouth before I could process them. “That was stupid. I’m sorry. Ignore that.” I hated the way I flinched, not wanting to hear the answer. He had been with goddesses, and I was not a goddess.
He lifted his head to stare at me like he always had, as if I were more precious to him than anything in this realm or the next. As if I were more precious than his crown, his throne, all of it, and at that moment, I truly believed it. His fingers ran down the side of my face, brushing back my sweat-damp hair.
“I used to dream of what my destiny would be, my future. Everyone has an amata. It was written before the universe had form.” He rose above me, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb running across my cheek. “You are very special to me. No one feels like you. No one else can ruin me so completely. I know without a doubt that if I had an amata, even if they were alive today, I’d still choose you. It will always be you, Dianna.”
I felt tears prick my eyes. “Destiny be damned?”
“You are better than any destiny.”
My chest ached. I hadn’t known how much I needed to hear those words from him. With those words, Samkiel had soothed the damaged, broken part of me that Kaden had left gutted and in need of healing.
I pulled him down, slanting my lips over his as I lifted my hips. Samkiel showed he cared with words and pretty gestures. I showed it with something far more raw. I felt him harden inside of me as I moved again.
He moaned into my mouth, his tongue dancing across mine.
“Insatiable.” He smiled against my lips. “I like it.”
“Just wait until—” My words died in my throat when beams flashed across the window, and a knock came from the door.
Samkiel eased out of me and stood. He tossed me a blanket to cover myself and went to the big window. Shifting the curtain to the side, he peeked out and then turned to grin at me like a fool.
“I think you drew an audience.”
My cheeks flushed, and my eyes widened, remembering just how loud I’d been.
“Every neighbor on this street is currently outside gathered around the house. I see a few celestials holding them back. Wait, I know that guy. I told Vincent to fire him.”
“Samkiel,” I hissed, tossing a pillow at him.
It connected with his side, and he laughed.
Someone knocked on the door again and called out, “Hello, this is private property. We received a noise complaint. You have one minute to open the door, or we will break it down.”
“We have to leave,” I whispered, scrambling up and searching for my discarded clothes.
I was supposed to be under lock and key, not out running all over Onuna. The celestials would take one look at him and me and know. It would spread like wildfire, and I didn’t even want to consider what the council would do if they found out.
As if reading my thoughts, Samkiel rushed to my side. With a snap of his fingers, he had the room cleaned up and our clothes back on our bodies.
He scooped me up into his arms. The front door crashed open just as Samkiel shot through the back door.
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