Chapter 71 #4
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 .