DIANNA
Iwas angry with Samkiel, furious. Our entire relationship was built on a lie. I wondered how he could hide something so important from me and still sleep by my side at night. He had kept his secret so well. I wondered what else he was keeping from me. I had no idea he could dance, let alone sing.
For the first time in what seemed like ages, we had pure, blinding fun. We laughed, swayed, and danced. Eventually, people started taking turns on the small stage, singing along with the band. It took no encouragement whatsoever for Samkiel and me to join in. I had gaped at him the moment the first note left his mouth. His voice was deep, smooth, and so godsdamned sexy.
Thinking back on it, maybe I could forgive him and not file for this world’s version of divorce. Especially since we were currently drunk out of our minds and fucking on the ceiling of our bedroom.
His hands gripped my waist as I rode him, my head thrown back and my hair tumbling in waves toward the floor. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the floor was a mess of discarded, tattered clothes, pieces of the broken dresser, and scattered debris from the walls we had slammed into with blind need. It looked as if two wild animals had broken in and wrecked the place. Perhaps we were when it came to the desire that lived like a breathing flame between us.
The passion had flared between us the moment I’d stepped foot into that building on Onuna and brought it down on top of him. It had been blanketed in hate, but it had burned so brightly it had nearly consumed us both. We had fought against it so desperately, but from the moment we’d met, we had never truly been apart.
No one else mattered. No one else existed. Samkiel was the center of my gravity, and I had no choice but to fall into him. He bored into the place that used to contain my soul and took its place. My need for him was insatiable, and getting enough of him seemed an impossible task. How could I ever get full of something I craved more than air, more than life, more than blood? He moaned and whimpered my name, his hips thrusting feverishly below me, and I could feel his desperation to meld us into one being.
Gods, he was beautiful, a living work of art. I knew every muscle, every line. I had mapped them with my mouth, my tongue, and my teeth. He always wore my mark on his flesh. I fed from different parts of his body, but my marks were always hidden beneath his clothes and armor. We both knew they were there, and I knew it drove him wild. I loved how they looked against his skin, like the one I’d just left on his powerful shoulder.
His muscled chest flexed every time I impaled myself on him. The veins in his arms strained, his adyin bright in the gloom as his biceps bunched and his fingers dug into my hips. His power held him in place against the ceiling, but it was his strength that held me. My trust in this man was absolute. I had wanted something wild and reckless tonight, something he had never done with anyone else before me. When I voiced my need, Samkiel eagerly obliged.
I couldn’t tell what brought me more rapture. Was it the look of pure bliss on his face? Was it the way his body shuddered and tensed as I slammed against him, taking him to the hilt? Was it how no matter what position he tossed me in, how his hands flexed against my skin, his first concern was always my safety and pleasure? Or perhaps, my favorite was the sounds. Oh gods, the sounds he made were so deep and guttural, as if I were every fantasy he had. This, what we had, was beyond euphoria. If Death ever gave me a choice, I’d beg he would take pity and let us die like this.
“Fuck me, akrai.” He moaned. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
That command was one I was all too willing to obey. My lower abdomen knotted with pleasure, hot and blinding and building. I gripped his thick shoulders, grabbing for purchase.
Samkiel closed his eyes, his bottom lip disappearing behind his teeth. He dropped his head back, the muscles along his throat corded and tight. We were both barreling toward release, but I didn’t want it to end. I slowed and ground against him, changing the rhythm of our dance. His eyes opened, the silver molten and glowing as brightly as the lines of his adyin. He looked up at me, his mouth slightly ajar, confusion and pleasure creasing his brow.
I slid my hand across his shoulder and splayed my fingers against his neck. His cock twitched deep within me, the feeling of my hand at his throat making him thicken within me. Samkiel was a powerful force of nature, but here, in these stolen moments, when it was just us, he loved it when I took control and commanded him. I knew giving me that power was a release for him, too. A place he could slip into that gave him a freedom he had never known he craved until now. It was the hottest, most erotic thing I had ever felt.
I panted and tightened my hand around his throat and my pussy around his cock, bearing down hard as my hips moved in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. He was desperate for this, just like me, but I wanted paradise to last a little longer.
“Don’t … tease me,” he growled.
The smile that lit up my face was pure evil. “What are you going to do about it?”
His eyes flared, a wickedly dangerous smile forming on his lips. That was the only warning he gave me before he gripped my hips and lifted. He didn’t withdraw but held me just above him and thrust up hard, fucking me from below. My head snapped back at the fast, brutal pounding. My screams bled into the sound of our flesh coming together. The angle at which he held me allowed him to touch a spot so deep inside me that I wondered if I would ever be the same. I arched and screamed, lightning flashing behind my closed lids, pure, blistering heat consuming me.
“Baby.” The word was a strung-out curse that only made him fuck me harder.
Samkiel’s hands were bruisingly tight on my hips, holding me where he wanted me. He buried his cock to the hilt over and over, cleaving me in two. I was lost to everything, my trust in him absolute. I forgot what game I had been intent on playing, instinct and need taking over.
“So tight! So wet! So mine! Mine! Mine!”The words rolled down our bond, and I felt them resonate through my mind, unhindered by barriers.
Both of us were so gone, the world could end and fall, and we’d be none the wiser. Samkiel pulled me down to meet his long, powerful strokes, pleasure raking over every nerve in my body. My words come out in a sequence of incoherent moans, gasps, and pants. I clenched around him as my need built, and Samkiel’s hand gripped my hip, his rings digging into my flesh.
“Fuck, akrai, you’re going to make me come,” he growled the words, the deep rumble of them another caress over every erogenous zone I had. I raked my nails over his chest, raising lines beaded with drops of blood. He snarled and sat up, driving his cock deeper. His teeth latched onto my throat, and he sucked before trailing his mouth from my neck to my collarbone, then down to my breasts. He closed his mouth over my nipple and bit at the same time that he slammed into me. I threw my head back, my eyes fluttering as my orgasm slammed into me in a wave of white-hot heat. I gasped and screamed his name.
“Cameron!”
Samkiel stopped abruptly, his horrified shock making him lose his hold on his power, and we dropped. He flipped us just before we slammed to the floor, taking the brunt of the impact. I landed on top of him, and he let out a low huff. He glared up at me. Those eyes that had been molten with need were now steely hard with pain and anger.
“Cameron? Did you just fuck—”
I used one arm to cover my breasts and gripped his chin with my free hand, turning his face toward the man leaning weakly in the doorway. He was soaking wet from the rain and covered in blood. His throat looked as if it had been ripped out, the gash so deep it was a wonder he was upright at all.
“Honestly,” Cameron said, his voice cracked and raw, “this isn’t the strangest thing I’ve walked in on the two of you doing.”
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