Chapter 42 Dianna #2
Samkiel buried his face in the crook of my neck, his grip on my shoulders achingly tight.
He held me in place beneath him, his hips pounding against mine in a hard, brutal rhythm.
I pulled my knees high on his waist, opening to him, my mouth hanging open in silent moans and gasps as he fucked me deep.
Every thrust made my legs shake and pushed me closer to my orgasm.
Fire slithered through my veins, laying waste to the memories of all my past lovers.
There was only him. There would always be only him.
He lifted his head and stared down at me, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.
Love, in its purest, rawest form, filled me when his lips found mine once more, the sensation so overwhelming I wasn’t sure what to do with it.
My only salvation was that I could taste the same overwhelming emotion in his kiss.
Of course, I could. He would always be at my side. I was his, and he was mine.
Samkiel kissed as well as he fucked. His body and mind were wholly devoted, driven by pure, blinding need.
And gods, the sounds he made, the whimpers and groans.
It was enough to send me over the edge. My head fell back, my orgasm singing through my body as pleasure skipped along every nerve ending.
My pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing in tight clenching pulses as I rode my orgasm to completion.
He surged into me, his breaths hitching and his biceps bulging as he lifted to press impossibly deeper. He threw his head back, the muscles along his chest and throat flexing. “Fuck, akrai,” he hissed, slamming his cock deep one last time before following me into pleasure.
We lay there intertwined, Samkiel still buried in me as the world with all its impossible realities came crashing back down.
We could stay here for hours, days, maybe longer, but the world would never allow it.
Silence fell in the room as our breathing quieted and our heartbeats slowed.
The air circulating in from our balcony whispered across our sweat-slicked skin, cooling our bodies.
My fingers ran across his scalp as we processed the last few hours.
“I hate being threatened,” he finally said.
“I know.”
He took a deep breath, his arms locked around me. “A hound come to heel is what he said, and he’s fucking right. I have no idea what he truly has planned for any of us, but I’ll play along for now because I can’t lose you.”
“Hey,” I said, gripping his hair and forcing his head back, making him look at me. “I’m here, safe and alive.”
His chest rose and fell far quicker than I could track as he rose on his arms, hovering above me. “But you weren’t because of me.”
“No.” I gripped his face. “Not because of you, but because Death is playing some sick game. Never you. You love me. You’d never hurt me.”
His eyes flashed, returning to that stormy gray shade. His adyin subsided, leaving only toned bronze skin behind.
“I don’t think I am meant to rule this world,” he said, his expression stark as some deep part of him seemed to accept the thought as truth. “I think that’s why they kept us apart, why they fought and manipulated for centuries to ensure our paths didn’t cross.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.
“Because when it comes down to it. You or the world? It will always be you. I have lived and died by my sword. None of it was worth it. You are. I will always choose you, and my enemies know it.”
“You’ll never have to make that decision. Together, we are strong enough to battle any storm that comes our way.” I braced my hand on his chest and pushed up, slanting my lips over his in a chaste kiss. “Even the ones you make.”
A small smile brushed across his lips. I wiped at the tear that slipped across his cheek, and he gently gripped my wrist to place a kiss on my palm.
“Was it bad?” he asked hesitantly, as if speaking it out loud made it real. But I understood his need to know. “What you felt?”
“Honestly?” I shrugged. “No, it was merely a second. I don’t think I was gone long enough for my brain to process it. It was like a blink.”
He lowered his head, nodding solemnly. “I’ll never forgive myself.”
“You did nothing wrong.”
He looked as though he didn’t believe me, but said, “You are bound to them, and they to you. I hate this entire situation, but I cannot risk you as much as I hate them.”
“I know.” I nodded.
“And so my enemies become my friends,” he said with a hint of malice biting at his tongue. “For now.”
My hand splayed on his biceps, fingers dancing over the heavy muscle. “So, what does Death want? What’s our plan?”
He told me everything Death had said, what he mocked and threatened. By the time he was done, I was snickering.
“It’s not funny,” he said, his eyes flat.
“Oh, but it is,” I said. “We just go to the Otherworld for this stupid medallion, and what, Death lets us all off the hook? I don’t buy it.”
Samkiel scowled. “Me either, but first things first. We need to see Killium.”
Now it was my turn to be confused. “Why?”
“I need my ring. Oblivion is growing far too volatile, and from what he said and showed me, I cannot risk it,” Samkiel said, looking toward the empty spot on his finger. “I am too unpredictable without it.”
“Okay,” I said, pushing at him, trying to roll him off me. “We start there.”
He pulled out of me and shifted to the side, but kept his arm around me, holding me in place. “Where are you going?” he demanded.
My lips twitched. “To shower and interrogate our prisoners, then we’ll head to see your magical friend. You know our plan.”
“Not yet.” He tugged me to him, chest to chest, his lips claiming mine in a kiss filled with desperation and love.