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.
It wasn’t about dominating him or making him less. I loved Samkiel more than anything, and he allowed this just as I had. It was a give-and-take of submission coated in pure, unadulterated love. He allowed me to have my power back at the cost of his, and I’d kill anyone for him, burn legions, and decimate armies if he wished it. I’d find his stolen crown and place it back on his head in its rightful place, and then I would make his enemies weep before I slaughtered them. There were no limits to what I would do or give up for him. I’d be the monster they feared, and I’d relish in it.
I watched him with hooded eyes as his tongue speared deep into my core. He looked up at me, lapping hungrily as if he couldn’t get enough before sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands tangling in his curls. “Soundproof the room.”
Samkiel didn’t lift his face from between my legs, but I heard the locks on the door and windows click into place. The heavy drapes snapped shut, and I heard the reassuring pop. I knew that no matter how loudly I screamed in the next few minutes, the house would be none the wiser. I don’t know what we enjoyed more, fucking or fucking each other’s faces. Maybe both. Definitely both.
