Chapter 42 Dianna
DIANNA
Samkiel slammed the door behind us and spun me toward him. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded.
“Well,” I said, pulling my top over my head. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I stood before him, my breasts contained in my bralette, but there was no lust in his eyes.
Samkiel closed the distance between us, his gaze focused on the center of my sternum as if he had driven his dagger there.
He reached out, his fingers gliding softly over my skin and making me shiver beneath his touch.
“Does it hurt?” His eyes searched mine desperately.
“Quite the opposite,” I murmured.
“He’s clever, using you against me. My only weakness,” he said with a forlorn smile, his eyes scanning mine. “You died, akrai. I watched you turn to ash.”
“I’m right here.”
His chest heaved on the brink of hyperventilation as he looked at me. “Death has tied your life to Kaden’s and Isaiah’s. He brought you back, but only if we work with them.”
I nodded, not sure how to grant him or me any comfort.
This changed everything and forced a bond that I didn’t know how any of us could break, but I wasn’t worried about that right now.
I was more concerned about the man in front of me and the sparks of Oblivion curling across his shoulders that he seemed completely unaware of.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said, sliding my hand along his forearm, trying to control the maelstrom forming behind his eyes.
“I don’t know—”
My lips slanted over his, cutting off his next words. When I pulled back, the air in the room shifted from the encroaching pressure of a growing storm to something wholly different. His eyes flared bright silver before he cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“We need to figure out what we’re going to do with them.” He said, his voice a deep, sonorous rumble.
I rose on my tiptoes, my hand curving around the back of his neck. “Later,” I whispered, my breath teasing against his lips.
His lips fell to mine, moving softly at first before the effects of loss claimed him.
He slid his fingers into my hair and fisted the long strands at the back of my head, pulling me hard against him.
He claimed my mouth, his tongue invading and his teeth nipping at my lips.
I softened my body against his and matched the ferocity of his kiss, our tongues clashing in a battle of pure desperation.
I understood his need and hunger, his desire to prove that I was here and whole.
He needed to feel I was alive, and gods, so did I.
I tried to step back so we could both remove our clothes, but he refused to release me.
One minute we were dressed, the next the fabric tore from our bodies, leaving us both naked.
His adyin glowed brightly, and I knew his eyes matched.
His breath was hot against my chin, cheek, and ear as he continued to kiss me anywhere he could with a violent hunger.
I was panting by the time my legs hit the back of the bed.
I yelped as he reached down and grasped the back of my thighs, lifting me with ease.
He crashed down with me, the mattress sinking beneath us.
His lips found mine again, my hands caressing every part of him I could reach.
“Mine. Alive. Whole. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
His voice was a deep guttural chant through our bond, desperation and terror filling every thought. His emotions overwhelmed mine, and I knew if we took our rings off, I’d still feel it.
“Yes.” I moaned. “Yours,” I whispered, reassuring him that I was here.
He growled against my lips, his mouth sliding over my cheek and along the sensitive line of my throat.
I whimpered and tilted my head, allowing him better access.
Teeth scraped over my rapidly beating pulse, and my hips lifted, grinding against his thick, hard length.
I didn’t want it there. I wanted him inside me.
Writhing beneath him, I worked my hands between us, determined to get him where I needed him.
Before I could grip his cock, my hands were pulled above my head.
I glanced up and tugged experimentally at my crossed wrists, realizing he had bound me with his power, the familiar touch making goosebumps rise on my skin.
A dark thrill ran through me at this new sensation.
I trusted Samkiel with my life, and I felt no fear in submitting control over to him to do whatever he wished with me.
It didn’t frighten me. Oh, no. It excited me.
“Sami.” My voice was strained and breathless as he opened his mouth wide and clamped it over one of my nipples. He flattened his tongue over the tight bud before rolling over it, and my back arched, pressing more of my breast into his mouth.
My hips rocked against him, seeking friction and release, but he shifted his body away from mine, refusing to give me what I so desperately wanted.
Instead, he nipped at one breast and then the other before moving lower.
He rained kisses over my sternum and ribs.
I whimpered as his mouth slid over my stomach and hips.
My eyes lowered, and I watched him, thinking he would venture between my legs next, but he didn’t.
His hands caressed my thighs, kneading before sliding down my leg, his mouth following and leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
When he placed a kiss on my knee, I realized he wasn’t just trying to arouse me.
He was worshiping me, every part of my body, as if touching it, kissing it, made it real.
Oh, my love. How Death has wounded you.
His worst nightmare had come true, and now he wanted to make sure I was real and alive and whole. I understood all too well. My heart swelled, and my eyes dampened. I had never been loved like this, and I knew I’d never be again.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my foot and shifted to my other leg, his teeth nipping at my ankle before trailing up my calf.
He flattened his tongue, blazing a path up my thigh before dipping his head to bite the soft flesh on the side of my ass.
I yelped, and his eyes darted to mine. No man resided behind them, just pure feral god.
Samkiel watched me intently as he rose, his eyes flaring molten silver in the darkening room. He cupped the back of my thighs and spread me wide, my sex glistening from his teasing. I whimpered and held my breath as he went between them, his thick cock hanging heavily between us.
“Fuck me,” I begged, twisting my hands within the hold of his magic. “Please, I need you inside of me.”
He ignored me, but I felt the grip on my wrists subside. I reached for him, but he gripped my legs and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I had a second to wonder what the hell he was doing before he cupped my ass and slid me up his body, positioning my pussy over his mouth.
“Baby. Fuck.” My head fell back on a deep moan as his tongue ran between my folds.
I palmed my breasts as he arched my hips and sucked my clit into the wet heat of his mouth.
A spasm of pleasure made my core clench, and I rocked my hips, riding his face.
He didn’t stop, didn’t move. He just dug his fingers into my ass and let me fuck his mouth as he sucked and licked.
My moans grew louder as hot pressure built and coiled in my lower abdomen.
Gods, it felt so good. He felt so good. I was going to die like this, and I was okay with that.
He shifted his weight and lifted me off him. I groaned in protest, but he just smiled in response. His grip was bruising as he sat me back down on his face, his tongue spearing deep into my core.
“Sami!” I shouted.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the warm intrusion and my pussy clamped around his tongue.
He lifted me again and slammed me back down on his face, tongue-fucking me into oblivion.
His nose brushed against my clit with every thrust, my hands clamping down on his wrists in search of an anchor.
“Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Oh, gods.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming or crying at this point, and I didn’t care.
All I cared about was that he didn’t stop.
My hips rocked as I fucked his face, desperation making me whine and twist, begging for more.
I ground my pussy against his mouth, needing more. I needed him, all of him, inside me.
“Please, Sami. Please,” I begged through our bond, letting every bit of need, desire, and love permeate my mental voice.
Hearing my desperation, he groaned, the sound vibrating against my clit. It was all I needed to send me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm erupting in me with the force of a flaming inferno.
I screamed, and my thighs spasmed, clutching his head hard enough to suffocate him.
My body shook from my orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming as he continued to devour me.
I tried to push him away, but I failed. His hands gripped my thighs, and another burst of ecstasy barreled through me, making my toes tingle.
Stars burst behind my eyes, and nothing existed but him and the pleasure coursing through me.
My back hit the bed, and the room slowly came back into focus when his lips met mine.
I returned his kiss, stroking my tongue along his, the taste of my pussy fueling my need for more of him.
Samkiel slipped his hands under me and gripped my shoulders, pulling down as he slammed his cock into me.
He sank into the hilt on the first thrust, and I broke the kiss on a deep moan.
This wasn’t slow or playful as we usually were.
No, this was a claiming. Something had taken over my husband.
It had no name, but it was ancient and primal and feral.