My hips thrust forward, and I rocked my hips against his face, his tongue relentless as he worked me higher and higher. His lips closed over my clit, his tongue lashing over it once, twice before he scraped his teeth over it and then sucked. I gasped and held tight to his hair, trying to stay upright. Samkiel’s fingers tightened on my ass as he pulled me closer to his mouth, and I knew he would leave bruises. He didn’t just eat me. He devoured me, groaning as if my pussy was ambrosia and he’d die if he had to stop.
I pulled back on a gasp and sank to the floor, slanting my lips over his before he had a chance to scold me for not letting him finish me. My hand pressed to his chest, and I pushed him back as I climbed over him. I needed to have him so deep inside me that I couldn’t think about or feel anything else, at least for a little while. He had barely settled on his back before I reached between us, my hand closing around his cock. Nearly desperate for him, I drove my hips down, impaling myself. We both groaned, the sudden stretch around his girth setting my whole body alight with pleasure.
Flames roared in the fireplace as I set a steady rhythm up and down, the orange glow casting our shadows far across the study. My skin heated as I fucked him, my power claiming us both in a desperate need to ground myself. I sank my nails into the heavy muscles of his chest, but Samkiel didn’t even flinch, never taking his eyes off of me as his hands roamed to my breasts and hips and back as I rode him.
His hands slid over my shoulders and down my arms, grabbing mine and interlocking our fingers. Our rings connected, and I had never felt safer or more loved. The flames grew and danced around us with every bit of pleasure he gave me, and when I tossed my head back with a deep moan, the rug beneath us began to burn. Fire burned between us, a living roaring flame melding our bodies. I wondered if this was our love in living form. Maybe this was the physical manifestation of every bit of anger and passion we’d ever harbored between us.
A hot wind roared around us, but I didn’t worry about the house collapsing or that anyone was in danger. No matter if Samkiel was blind with pleasure or rage, I was always his first priority, and he’d never let me come to harm by his hand.
Sweat beaded on our skin, and I took him harder and deeper, but he only pushed where I pushed and only gave what I gave. I had control, no one else, and he followed my lead. This was my body, and I could share it with whomever I wanted, and he was all I wanted.
“Ride me, akrai,” he said, a demand in his voice.
I clenched around him and did as he said. I could do nothing else. My body burned, and my thighs ached, but I needed this. I needed to claim him. I was the master of my own making, my own fate. No one would ever use me again.
Every bit of corded, powerful muscle flexed under my touch, and when my pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing the hardness buried inside me, his face twisted in pleasure, and he tossed his head back. He was so breathtakingly stunning, even more so with the small bite marks I had left across his chest and lower abdomen before I had taken him into my mouth. I rode the World Ender, and it made me feel powerful. It made me feel like a god, but I knew I was more than that to him. I was his everything.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “Whatever you need, take it from me.”
“I need you,” I panted. “Fuck, Sami.”
I had no more words to give, not as my need for control finally slipped, and I fell forward, my arms landing near his neck. His hand dropped to my ass, and he took over with punishing thrusts from below. I had given him complete control because it was him, and I was his, just as he was mine.
“Yes, yes, yes.” My screams made my throat hoarse as he fucked me. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
His hand cupped the back of my head, and his other arm wrapped around me in a steel-like grip as he fucked me with primal need. His mouth covered mine, collecting my screams as if they fueled him. I lived and died in that moment. The angle of his thrusts had my clit rubbing across the lowest part of his abdomen, making my pussy tighten around him. Samkiel’s words, the emotions flowing through our bond, and the exquisite ache of his cock pounding into me sent me spiraling blindly over the edge. Stars flickered behind my eyes, and I screamed as I came, pleasure ripping through me. My body trembled and tightened, and he groaned my name like a benediction as he followed me over.
The room went dark, and I blinked to make sure my eyes were still open. One turn of my head told me why. Without my hunger and need fueling them, the flames had sizzled out. I raised, bracing my hands on his chest as I looked around the study. My fire had feasted in the room, leaving everything it had touched scorched and smoking.
“Oops,” I said.
Samkiel snorted below me, and I couldn’t stop my giggle when I looked at him. The heat from my hands had made his hair stand up in the most ridiculous way, and between the singe marks on both of us, we looked like we’d fallen out of the fireplace.
“That was the hottest sex we’ve ever had,” I panted. “Literally. The entire floor and part of your desk are burned.”
He pushed up on his elbows, his lips turning down as he looked around the room. The plush rug we’d been lying on was now a fluffy layer of ashes beneath us. The walls around the chimney and mantle were burned and streaked with black. His brow smoothed out, and he looked at me with the most egotistical, shit-eating grin I had ever seen. “We should try lightning next.”
I laughed, and the fissure in my chest that had been threatening to break open finally closed.
“Thank you,” I said, wrapping my arms around him as we lay on the burnt, ruined floor.
His breath huffed across my hair as he played with the long strands.
“You don’t have to thank me, Dianna. I’m your husband.”
“No, not for the sex, for … everything,” I said, sighing deeply and finally relaxing. “Just thank you.”
He offered me more than love. He offered me security, a home, a safe haven. Love was no longer the right word for what I felt for him. It wasn’t even close, but it was all I had. So, I flooded our bond with what I couldn’t say, sharing with him the overwhelming feelings and all that he had given me tonight. His arms closed around me, and as I fell asleep, basking in our connection, I heard him whisper, “I love you, too.”
12
KADEN
Small vermin scurried out of my way as my boots ate up the cracked cobblestone alleyway. Shouts came from the nearby tavern, but I ignored them and strode past. I pulled the cloak tighter around my neck and hissed, the phantom pain of Samkiel’s blade still fresh. Rain pelted down, soaking the ground and forming small puddles. The water ran along the gutters carved in the middle of the streets and drained into the rank sewage below the city. Like she had with so many others, Nismera had let this part of the realms go.
The lonely, poor, and forgotten inhabited this place. No one would bat an eye at my arrival. They were too busy and stressed about their own survival, but I wore my hood low, regardless. I didn’t want to be recognized, and my powers had been so erratic since I’d returned that I didn’t trust them enough to change shape.
A woman giggled up ahead, and I ducked left, turning down the twisted alley. My stomach revolted, begging me to turn back. I needed to feed, but I couldn’t yet. No one could know I was alive, especially him. My first priority was to find Isaiah, and to do so, I needed to keep a low profile. So when another vermin crossed my path, I leaped.
