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.
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.”
