Chapter 81 #2
“I mean it,” he said, then his mouth descended onto my pussy.
His tongue ran from my clit to my center.
I buried my face against the pillow, muffling my low moans.
I reached back, gripping his hair, forcing his mouth where I wanted it.
His tongue speared into me, and I rocked back, pleasure tightening my belly.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Sami. I’m going to come like this.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating against my already overly sensitive flesh.
Samkiel licked and sucked at my clit, every nerve so sensitive the sensations bordered on pain.
This was what I needed to chase away nightmares of death and dying.
I needed his touch to stave off the overwhelming dread and fear of losing someone else I lo—
Samkiel flicked his tongue just right, and my body shattered, pleasure ripping through me. He didn’t stop as I trembled, his hands gripping my hips when I tried to pull away, relentlessly drawing another orgasm from me.
I panted, aftershocks rippling through me as Samkiel rose behind me. My body wept with my release, my inner thighs wet, but I knew we weren’t done yet.
My hands snaked between my legs, reaching for him. I cupped his balls tenderly, very carefully sliding my nails over the sensitive skin before wrapping my hand around his shaft.
His groan sent another shiver through me, my body so attuned to him that even the sound of his pleasure made me pulse with need.
“Desperate are we?” he asked, his voice an octave lower and laden with hunger.
My only response was a nod and a few long, slow strokes up and down his shaft before I placed the thick crown of his cock at my entrance. I rubbed it up and down my swollen sex, coating him in my wetness.
“I need you,” I whispered, looking at him over my shoulder. And I did. I always did. It was a truth I denied for far too long.
I felt his cock twitch in my hand at those three little words. “Take me,” he demanded, his control slipping. “I am only ever yours to have.”
I rocked back, taking him inch by glorious inch. We moaned in unison when he was fully seated. I clenched around him, adjusting to the fullness, welcoming the burn.
“Gods, Dianna,” Samkiel gasped out, his hands tightening on my hips. “You feel so good.”
I could only whimper as I began to rock back against him. He was so deep, almost too deep like this, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel him, the heat of him.
Not dead. Not cold. Alive.
“Do you know how many times I have fantasized about every single part of you?”
I shook my head and lowered my shoulders to the bed, arching my back and lifting my ass, grinding back against him, wanting him as deep as possible.
Samkiel’s hand came down hard on my ass. My body jerked at the contact, a rush of liquid heat bathing his cock at the sting. My hardened nipples rubbed against the sheets, sending another wave of pleasure shivering through me.
I glanced over my shoulder as I thrust my hips backward.
Samkiel’s hands flexed, and I knew I would wear the marks of his grip.
We rocked back and forth in a rhythm all our own.
I looked over my shoulder, pushing back hard into his thrust. Samkiel’s mouth hung open slightly, his gaze lowered, watching his cock disappear inside me.
My hands fisted the sheets. With his every thrust, he hit that spot inside me, sending sharp, intense shocks of pleasure through my entire body.
“Take all of me,” Samkiel ground out through his teeth.
I slammed my ass back hard against him and cried out, my whole body trembling.
“Good fucking girl.” He groaned as he leaned forward, fisting a handful of my hair.
My body arched, and I pushed up onto my hands.
He held me right where he wanted me and took me harder, faster until I could only cry out his name.
He hit some deep spot inside me that had me damn near sobbing with every thrust. Flesh pounded against flesh, the sound mixing with our cries of pleasure.
This was what I needed, what I wanted. To be completely owned by Samkiel, belonging to no other.
My body trembled, straining, reaching for my orgasm, the tight wet heat of my pussy clenching around him.
He yanked my hair, lifting me onto my knees and pulling me back against him.
“Choke me,” I gasped out, his every thrust driving the breath from me.
He let go of my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat. I tipped my chin up and leaned into his palm. “Harder,” I begged. I just needed to feel. He had to prove to me that this was real and I was not dreaming.
Samkiel’s grip tightened, his rings biting into my skin, and all the while, he drove into me in a steady rhythm. I felt the phantom touch of his fingers between my thighs, spreading the lips of my sex around my clit before the flick of his tongue teased at the sensitive nub.
I nearly sobbed, overwhelmed with sensation and need. Reaching back, I grabbed his thighs, needing to hold on to something.
His voice was a hot, breathy whisper against my ear. “I am the only one that gets to touch you. Fuck you. Say it.”
“Yes, you,” I cried. “Only you.”
He moved his power away from my clit, replacing it with his other hand drawing circles around my aching flesh.
My cries turned into demands as he slammed into me.
His rings pinched my throat as I begged him to go harder, faster.
He met my every demand and more. It was too good.
My pussy clenched every time he groaned, the sound intoxicating, knowing that they were because of me, for me.
“Do you want to come?”
I nodded and whimpered, feeling his hand flex against my throat.
“Beg me for it.”
“Please,” I cried, but his thrusting slowed, and that release I wanted slipped further from my reach.
“You can do better than that.”
“Samkiel!” I screamed, rocking my hips back to meet his every thrust. I could feel how close I got every time, and so could he. He withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, and his fingers stilled on my clit.
I slapped at his thigh. “Samkiel.”
He grabbed my hand and placed it where our bodies joined. I jolted at the feeling of our fingers against the swollen, ultra-sensitive flesh.
“Do you feel how wet you are for me?” He slid both of our hands to where the tip of his cock was still gripped inside of me.
I gasped and nodded, feeling my pussy clench around him, tempting him deeper.
He moved his hips, pushing his cock inside me at an agonizingly slow pace. “How easy it is for me to slip in and out of you. You’re dripping down me, baby.”
His mouth, that fucking mouth.
I clenched around him as he withdrew once more before sheathing himself inside me at the same torturously slow pace.
“So tight.”
“Please,” I moaned, tossing my head back against his shoulder. “Please make me come, baby. Samkiel, please.”
Samkiel pushed me down on my stomach and thrust into me from behind, full, deep, and hard.
The sound he let out was damn near primal, and something in me answered.
He leaned over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head.
I gripped his wrists for support, the bracelet he wore cold against my fingers.
The heat of his now familiar power moved under me, pinching at my nipples before moving lower.
One sweep over my already aching clit, and I came undone.
My body shook as my orgasm shot through me.
My nails dug into his wrist as I came, my body feeling as if it would fly apart.
That was okay. I knew he would put me back together.
His thrusts slowed, and then he slammed as deep as he could.
He came, saying my name over and over as he emptied himself inside me.
He lowered his head, pressing a kiss to the bruise and bite mark at the curve of my neck.
His hands slipped beneath me, and he held me tight, his weight pressing me further into the bed.
I’d never felt so needed, so cared for, so protected.
“Mm-hmm, wake me up like this every morning,” he murmured against my neck.
I sighed and held tightly to his arms.
Silence fell, and a thought ripped through me, all my fears creeping back.
“Promise you’ll come back to me.” I didn’t try to hide the pitch of insecurity in my voice. Not now, not after everything.
He shifted, holding me a fraction tighter, his head resting on my back.
“As if you could ever be rid of me.”
“I’m serious.”
“Dianna,” he said, trailing kisses along my spine. He brushed my hair away from my face and gently turned me over. I trembled against him. “There is no force in this world or the next strong enough to keep me from you. Do you understand?”
His words soothed the dark, broken ache of the dream.
“Okay.” I nodded once, my nose brushing his. “But if you don’t come back, I’ll have to destroy the world or do something drastic, and who is going to clean up that mess?”
He laughed before kissing me softly, his thumb caressing my face. “And you say you are not sweet.”
“I’m not, but...” I didn’t say it, didn’t say what I wanted to, just letting the words trail off as I changed the subject. “Okay, shower, eat, and then you leave to visit your mystical ex.”
He groaned and sat up, pulling me with him. I squealed as he tossed me over his shoulder and strode to the bathroom. “So jealous.”
We showered, and I watched as he dressed.
He placed a kiss on my lips, then my forehead, and I smiled one last time as he left for the Higher One.
He shot away with a flash of bright light, and my stomach twisted.
After that dream, I really wished I could have gone with him, but maybe I was just crazy.
I’d lost Gabby. It was normal to fear losing him, yet some instinct insisted that it wasn’t just a dream but an omen.
And a lock on a door in a house rattled.