Chapter 76 #4
“You’re such a fucking tease.” He groaned and fisted the sheets with one hand, draping his other arm over his face.
“Yeah?” I asked, lapping up the shaft. I swirled my tongue over the head before placing a kiss to the tip and then another against the sensitive underside.
He jerked beneath me, every muscle in his arms, abdomen, and legs tight and straining.
“Suck me, Dianna.”
I smiled, his cock resting against my lips. “No.”
His groan sent molten heat to my core. “Please.”
I ignored him, flicking my tongue once more.
“Do you wish for me to beg? I’ll beg.” Samkiel panted.
My hand stroked him idly, continuing my torture.
“Kings don’t beg.”
His hips thrust helplessly. “I will for you.”
“Yeah?” I asked. My grip tightened at the base of his cock, flicking my tongue teasingly against his shaft.
“Yes,” Samkiel hissed.
“Tempting, but no.”
He groaned, his arms flexing as he practically wrapped them around his head, trying to keep himself from touching me.
“I think I could make you come like this.”
He nodded, his storm-colored eyes burning bright silver.
Another slow, agonizing lick and I saw the lines beneath his skin flare and flicker. Control he had, but it was slipping.
“Do you want to?”
He shook his head.
I gave the head of his cock one last kiss and pushed up, sliding along his body until I straddled him.
He dropped his arm from his face, and I leaned in to claim his mouth.
His resolve broke as he cupped my face, damn near devouring my mouth.
I moaned into the kiss, his tongue sweeping across mine before sucking on it in a rhythm we’d memorized these last few days.
Reaching between us, I rubbed the head of his cock against my sex, letting him feel just how wet I was before positioning him at my entrance. I sank down on him inch by inch, the sound that left me not quite mortal.
“Dianna,” he groaned as I fully sheathed him inside me, my body clenching around him in sweet welcome.
I braced my hands on either side of his head and lifted, dragging the hot grip of my pussy along his cock before slamming back down, ripping a harsh moan from both of us.
“I’ll never get used to how good this feels,” I panted.
“Good.” His head falls back against the pillows as I pick up my pace. His hands gripped my sides, steadying me, but never moved lower as if he wanted me to take every bit of him for myself. I wanted to show him I did care. Even if words failed me, I wanted to prove to him I was his.
I leaned back, adjusting my legs to ride him differently. I placed one hand on his powerful thigh, and the other I pressed against my lower abdomen. Samkiel lifted his head, watching the way my body took him in. I grabbed his hand, placing it between my breast over my heart.
“Yours,” I breathed, rolling my hips, my heart racing beneath his palm.
“Mine,” he agreed, and it sounded like a vow. The look on his face took my breath away, and I knew I would never forget it. I would remember it until I was dust between the stars.
I shifted Samkiel’s hand to my breast. He squeezed and pinched at my nipple, and I eased my pace, riding him deep and slow. The storm that raged in his eyes could bury ships.
“Yours,” I whispered, pressing his hand against my breast.
I wrapped my fingers around his thick wrist, dragging his hand down my torso, guiding it to my center, where we were joined. I didn’t break eye contact, holding his gaze as pleasure scorched my veins.
“Yours.” The word came out on a whimper, the feel of his fingers against the sensitive flesh stretched so tight around his cock, making my eyes roll back.
“Mine.” His thumb brushed lightly over my clit, sending a shockwave of electricity through me that had my brain short-circuiting.
I clenched around him, my body bathing his cock in a rush of liquid heat.
His eyes glowed, and I moaned, biting at my lip, trying to keep my eyes on him.
I wanted him to know, to see, that even if I could not say the words he so desperately wanted, he owned me, mind, body, and soul.
As if he could read my mind, Samkiel’s hands grabbed my hips, and he drove himself into me with such force I almost blacked out from the pleasure of it. Samkiel’s lips crashed against mine. We fit so perfectly in every way.
I couldn’t breathe or think as he devoured my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands dropped to my ass, squeezing so tightly I knew he would leave marks. With ridiculous ease, he lifted me up and down on his cock.
“ Fuck! Yes! Please, Sami ,” I screamed, ripping my mouth from his.
He held me tighter, his large hands controlling my hips as he drove into me so hard I saw stars. I leaned my head back and realized I wasn’t just imagining it. The ceiling was gone, the galaxy twisting and sparking above.
Samkiel fisted my hair in one hand, forcing me to look at him. “I told you I would take you beneath the stars,” he growled, his thrusts powerful and steady. “I meant it.”
His mouth covered mine, claiming every scream, every gasp, and every whimper. He consumed me and my pleasure.
“Lean back, Dianna,” he demanded. “Show me what’s mine again. I want to see it.”
A shudder went through me at his words. My pussy clamped down on him as I placed my hands on his thighs and readjusted my legs.
It was easy to move with him like this when I was fucking soaked for him, and he knew it, too.
His gaze focused on where his cock disappeared inside me.
He bit his bottom lip, and his eyes blazed.
“You have such a pretty pussy, baby. I love watching my cock disappear in and out.” His hands gripped my hips, his rings biting into my skin. “You take me so well.” He moaned, his elegant face savage with hunger. “You were made for me. Only me.”
His power aligned with mine, his presence surrounding and sustaining me.
His hands were everywhere at once. Literally.
Clever fingers brushed a piece of my hair that had fallen forward to the side and caressed the underside of my breasts, trailing in decreasing circles until they reached my dusky-tipped nipples.
He rolled the sensitive tips between thumbs and forefingers.
Another set of fingers cupped my ass, tracing the crease where my buttocks met my thighs, easing around to the front and teasing the sensitized skin of my inner thighs before trailing to my clit.
He changed the tempo and pace of his thrusts, watching me hungrily.
His fingers made small, deliberate circles around the swollen bud, making my toes curl and pushing me to the verge of coming.
I felt the phantom touch of his hot, moist lips suckling at my pulse. At the same time, large hands cupped my breasts, squeezing gently in tandem as my nipples were sucked and nipped.
Oh, my gods.
He was everywhere, hard-edged and hungry, taking my body with tender greed.
“Sami,” I moaned, my nails digging into his thighs.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Tell me who makes you feel this good. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Samkiel.” His name left my lips breathlessly as he drove deeper inside me.
“Samkiel.” The second time louder, as he hit that spot only he could reach.
My belly clenched, pleasure shooting through my legs and back again as I screamed his name louder, “Samkiel!” I sounded like I felt—completely insane.
“Fuck me, Dianna,” he groaned, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Ride my cock, baby.”
He was always so polite, but he was absolutely filthy when I had him like this.
I closed my eyes and flung out my hands, groping uselessly, desperate for something to hold on to.
Samkiel clasped my hands in his warm, firm grip as he played my body like a beloved instrument.
I increased my speed, driving myself harder onto him, moving with a primal instinctive rhythm in a dance as old as time.
“Gods, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.” He panted.
He felt so good and right, his thick, hard cock filling me up.
At the same time, those phantom touches explored the most private areas of my body, flicking at my clit, sucking at my nipples, and stroking tenderly down my back.
All the while, he held my hands, anchoring me to him.
Somebody was swearing, an incoherent stream of profanity, and I thought it might be me.
“Oh, Dianna, baby.” He gasped my name. “You fuck me so good.”
Even in the midst of my frantic need, the pure sound of his voice pulled at me, and I opened my eyes.
Samkiel glowed, the lines of silver pulsing with each pump of his powerful heart. His eyes were crystalline and diamond bright, glowing with power and emotion. My breath caught, the sight of him so out of control my undoing.
I flung my head back and shrieked, muscles trembling from the strength of my release.
I clenched around him, my body demanding that he join me.
Samkiel grunted and started to speak in a beautiful, fluid language.
He let go of my hands and gripped my hips with bruising force.
He pulled me down and thrust once, twice, before coming so hard it nearly pushed me over the edge again.
My body shook as I watched his abs tighten, his muscles flexing as his release barreled through him.
I didn’t know who screamed whose name first, only that we were both falling as the bedframe snapped beneath us.
I lurched forward, Samkiel catching me, as he always did before we rolled to the floor.
Samkiel’s back hit the floor with a thud, and he lay sprawled beneath me, his chest slick with sweat and heaving. I glanced at the broken bed and back to him as I panted on his chest, hair clinging to my sweat-drenched face. I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips.
“We broke it again.”
He grunted, his eyes heavy-lidded, just a hint of silver glittering through the thick fall of his lashes. “I’ll make us a new bed before I leave.”
I laughed as my arms went around him, hugging him tighter. “This is the third one.”
He made an incomprehensible noise.
We both lay there, tremors racking our bodies as we came down from the high. My breathing matched his, along with my heartbeat.
“I also have another idea,” I whispered.
“You always ask me questions after you ravage me because you know I’ll say yes.”
“I mean, I’m not denying that.”
His laugh rumbled beneath my ear.
I turned my head and placed my hands beneath my chin as I looked at him. “Just something to do before you leave.”
He forced his eyes open and regarded me. “What is it?”