Chapter 71 #3
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.