Chapter 11 Dianna #3
His hand gripped my chin, pulling my lips to his.
We kissed until I felt that tickle of fire once more, but this time I felt the control I had over it.
Heat radiated from me to him, enough to warm my cheeks but not burn.
He made a sound I had never heard before as my tongue danced over his, fire coating our kiss, igniting my core into a pool of living lava.
I pulled back a mere fraction, flames leaping between our mouths.
They cast a warm glow over his features as he swallowed them down, seeming to savor the taste and burn.
My mouth snapped shut, the blaze fading. My eyes widened. I had never done that before with anyone. Had I hurt him?
“Did I burn you?” I whispered.
Samkiel didn’t even open his eyes. He just wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and said, “Burn me alive if you must. I’d gladly die by your kiss.”
To prove his point, he leaned down and took my mouth again, his tongue desperately exploring as if seeking the source of my fire.
I pulled his shirt open and raked my nails over his chest. He pulled back with a hiss, the thinnest line of blood welling on his golden skin.
I dipped my head to lick at it, and he ground his already swollen cock against me.
My eyes flicked up as I closed my lips over the already healing wound and sucked.
His mouth dropped open as he watched me.
I slid my tongue over the heavy, thick muscles of his chest, and he groaned.
His eyes burned silver as he watched me.
Samkiel liked to be licked everywhere, and he loved my bite.
My fangs descended, and I sank them deep right above his nipple.
Blood hit my tongue, and he cradled my head, refusing to let me pull away.
His moan shuddered through me, making my clit throb.
My tongue swept out, lashing over the bud that was far too sensitive from my bite.
His hands tangled in my hair, gripping hard and pulling my head back with a jerk.
His lips slammed down onto mine, licking the small amount of blood lingering on them before spearing his tongue deep.
The kiss was hot, passionate, and damn near animalistic.
I ripped at the front of his pants, desperate to touch more of him.
Growling in frustration, I felt heat bathe my hands and then smelled smoke, and I knew I had incinerated the barrier between us, just as I would anything that kept me from him.
He tore his mouth from mine and gasped as I gripped his thick length. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, watching enraptured as his brows knitted together in pure ecstasy. The heat and tightness of my palm were only a small taste of what I was about to do to him.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked, stroking him lazily.
His eyes seemed to glow a shade brighter at the demand. “You,” he answered breathlessly. “Only you. Forever.”
“Good.” I slid my mouth down his chest. “I want you throbbing.”
My hand stroked in unison with my words, drawing a mangled gasp from him as my teeth pinched his skin.
“I want you aching.” Another kiss and nip as I sank lower, tracing the dips of his abs.
My knees bent until they touched the floor, and I glanced up at him from beneath hooded lashes.
“I want you desperate.”
My head tilted back ever so slightly and I stuck my tongue out, positioning it just under the head of his cock. His eyes widened in exhilaration. I knew it wasn’t just that I was on my knees before him but also the soft glow of flames at the back of my throat.
I knew Samkiel was immune to my fire. Not only had our kiss proved it, but I had tried my damnedest to burn him to a crisp back on Onuna. No part of me could hurt him, but I still asked. “Do you want to try?”
His eyes flicked to my mouth, then back to my eyes. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he murmured, but I could see the hunger in his gaze.
“Me neither,” I said with a smile. His scent filled my every breath, and I savored the hot throb of his cock against my lips.
Pure male satisfaction filled his expression, and I knew I had just stroked that massive ego of his. He was so filled with excitement and pride that I could almost taste it on him. This would be something only he would share with me. He bit his bottom lip and nodded.
This time when I opened my mouth, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and bathed it in flame.
He yelped and his hips bucked, pushing him deeper.
I went still, bracing my hands against the tight muscles of his thighs, and looked up at him.
His face was not twisted in pain but suffused with surprised ecstasy.
“Keep going,” he ground out from between clenched teeth.
So I did, all too happy to comply. My tongue swirled against the underside of his shaft, and I wrapped my hand around the base, squeezing firmly as I worked my mouth lower.
I watched his face, my mind reaching across our bond to ensure I wasn’t misreading him.
I was swarmed with the most blissful pleasure I’d ever experienced.
He didn’t just like this. He loved it. It was all the reassurance I needed, and I sucked him hard and began to slide up and down his shaft, my fist working in tandem.
“Gods, akrai,” he moaned, his hands tightening into fists and his hips jerking uncontrollably. “Yes, yes, yes. That feels so fucking good.”
I hummed in approval around his length, proud of myself and my new trick. Liquid heat built between my legs, and I shifted restlessly against my heels, the emptiness almost painful as my need built alongside his.
“Your mouth is so warm and fucking wet. Tight. It’s like I’m fucking your pussy.”
His hands gripped my hair, urging me faster as his head fell back.
I watched his abs contract as I sucked him, and he thrust forward, the head of his cock nestling at the back of my throat.
My fist was slick, and I tightened it around the base of his shaft and twisted.
The heat from my flames built between my lips, enough to warm, not enough to hurt.
His moans turned guttural as I pulled back, my lips catching at the flared head.
I pumped his shaft fast with my hand and swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip before sucking hard.
“Fuck, Dianna!” he cried, his body shuddering as his legs threatened to buckle.
Oh, gods. How I loved bringing this man to his knees.
My man. I teased a flame along the underside of the head before taking him deep into my mouth and swallowing until I felt him in my throat.
With my nose pressed against him, I let the flames swell around him and worked my tongue against him as much as I could with my mouth filled and my jaw stretched wide around his girth.
Samkiel growled, tightening his fingers on my head as he began to move, sliding his cock between my swollen lips as he fucked my face.
My fingers dug into his thigh, and I felt the muscles bunch in his leg.
His movements grew more erratic and his cock thickened.
He shouted my name, and I heard the echo of it along our bond.
It was both a curse and a prayer, and the reverence in it would have shoved me to my knees if I weren’t already there.
With a final thrust, I felt him throb, and I swallowed deeply as he spilled down my throat.
His fingers clenched in my hair, and he held me there, his body continuing to shudder for a long minute.
His grip eased, and I slid back, dragging my lips along his cock, inhaling deeply through my nose.
I continued to work my tongue and mouth against him until I had claimed every drop of his release, and he was flinching at the sensitivity left in the wake of such intense pleasure.
“That was so …” he panted, easing his cock from between my lips and looking down at me as if I were the god and not him. “Hot.”
I smiled triumphantly as he pinched my chin and lifted me to my feet. His lips slanted over mine, and he bent to wrap his big hands around my thighs. I knew what he was planning and stopped him. He pulled back and looked down at me in confusion.
“On your knees,” I said, licking at the swell of his bottom lip. “Kneel for me as I have for you.”
“For eternity if you wish it.”
“Not eternity,” I murmured. “Just tonight.”
Just watching the world’s most powerful man bend a knee to me was more erotic than the fire I’d coated his cock in.
Pure exhilaration tickled my skin as he glanced up at me.
Even on his knees, he wasn’t that much shorter than me, and he still had to bend to kiss my navel.
He slid my pants down my legs and helped me step out of them before dragging his mouth to my hip and then my thigh, leaving a trail of teeth marks in his wake.
The small pinches of pain made me hiss, but my body sang in anticipation.
His hand cupped my sex, but I shook my head. “No, just your mouth.”
Samkiel grinned up at me, his eyes glowing as he licked my arousal off of his fingers.
He reached behind me, one big hand cupping my ass to steady me.
The other cupped my thigh and swung my leg up over his broad shoulder, opening me to him.
His moan made my knees feel weak, and the pleasure of his mouth closing over my pussy was almost painful.
Having the World Ender on his knees, feasting between my legs like a starving man, filled the void that having my power stripped from me had created.
Gathrriel’s possession had left me feeling out of control and weak, and Samkiel’s willingness to trust and allow me to lead was helping to ground me in myself again.