Page 106 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“All right then. I know my limits, and you haven’t even come close to touching them yet.” He tipped my chin once before angling his wrist toward me. “Now, let me take care of you.”

He held his wrist to my lips, his words ricocheting through my chest. My gaze raked over him as I cupped his hand and forearm. I stepped into his embrace, and he enclosed me in his arms, turning me so my back was pressed against his chest. My tongue slid over his pulse, and I couldn’t tell if it was him or me that moaned as my fangs pierced his skin. His blood filled my mouth, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

The taste of him was damn near orgasmic. His blood was like the sweetest wine and chocolate mixed into one. I pressed close, fitting the soft curves of my body to the harder planes of his. Samkiel swept his hand across my head as I fed, whispering in my ear how much he wanted and needed me. I gripped his arm tighter and latched on deeper, my every sense overwhelmed with him.

I injected a tad more venom into my bite, and Samkiel groaned, but not in pain. The adyin lines on his body glowed brightly, casting a silvery glow all around us. I sucked, pulling more into my mouth, answering his groan with a soft moan. I was so lost in the taste and feel of him that I didn’t realize he had walked us toward the wall. His body jerked when his back collided with the stone, and with how his cock was pressing into my back, I could tell just how much he was enjoying this. I pulled my fangs from his wrist and slid my tongue over the puncture wounds before spinning toward him.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, his eyes dark with hot need.

I yanked at the waistband of his pants. “Because I am craving something else now.”

He didn’t hesitate, grabbing me and spinning me until my back hit the cavern wall. His hands moved quicker than mine, stripping me bare. He dropped to his knees before I could lean in for a kiss. I didn’t have a second even to process what was happening before he tossed one leg over his shoulder.

My nails dug into his scalp as he ran his tongue up and down my center, and I realized maybe I wasn’t the only one starving. My hips thrust against his face as he devoured me, my moans echoing off the cavern walls. Every flick and swirl of his tongue had my knees threatening to buckle with pleasure. Need coiled tight and low in my abdomen. It had been so long for me. My fear of losing control if he touched me had kept me from allowing things to go too far. Now, he had barely been between my legs for a minute, and I was already on the verge of coming.

“Sami.” I pulled at his hair, feeling the rising heat in my core. He groaned against my flesh in denial, and my back lifted from the wall, chasing that vibration. “Wait, Sami, please.”

He pulled back and licked his lips, watching me as if all it would take was one word or demand from me, and he’d do it. It was the most erotic thing in the world to see the realm’s most powerful man kneeling between my legs.

“Take me,” I demanded.

His smile was brilliant, happy I wasn’t telling him to stop, but instead of standing up, he blew a breath over my heated flesh. “Come on my mouth first. I need to taste you. I’ve missed it so godsdamn much.”

My moan was a strangled cry as he lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked. Hard. I arched my back, clasping his head and grinding against his mouth. The rocks cut into my shoulders, but I didn’t even feel the sharp pain. He licked and fucked me with his tongue until I came so hard I was damn near dizzy with it.

I didn’t even have time to come down from my high before his hands clasped my thighs, and he lifted me in one solid motion. I was still panting and tingling when he positioned his cock at my entrance, and I jolted, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

My nails bit into his shoulders as he slid in slowly, my pussy aching with the stretch to fit his girth. It had been weeks for me, weeks of nothing, not even touching myself, and it took me a moment to adjust to him once more.

Samkiel’s gaze locked on to mine as he shifted until both of my legs were draped over his bent forearms. He pressed his hands to the stone wall, spreading me wide, opening me so he could press deeper.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it,” he rasped out, his voice nearly a growl.

I clenched around him at his words, both of us moaning from the intense pleasure. I nodded and gasped out, “Yes, my king.”

Samkiel leaned in, sliding his lips along my neck, his breath a hot wash over my ear as he said, “I want you to bite me while I fuck you. Truly bite me.”

The words echoed through my chest, and the Ig’Morruthen in me raised her massive horned head. If she could smile, the bitch would be. I saw him through her eyes from where she rested in the darkest part of me. She rose, scales and wings and claws shifting to just beneath the surface. What he said finally touched the last part of us we were afraid to share with him.

His smile was downright satisfied. “There’s my red-eyed girl.”

It was all he said before he slammed deep, driving the air from my lungs. As he fucked me, something shifted inside of me, something I was afraid of for so damn long. He wasn’t afraid of me. The last part of my walls crumbled. He saw everything, wanted everything, and by the way he sought to push deeper into me with every thrust, I knew he craved me just as much as I craved him, claws and all.

The rising hunger hit me once more, but I was not scared this time, and I allowed my fangs to descend. Samkiel watched with lustfilled eyes and bared his throat to me. I groaned at the offer, and it was all I needed. I leaned forward and brushed a kiss over his pounding pulse before tracing the adyin line that swirled over the side of his neck with my tongue. My fangs pierced his skin, only I wasn’t rough with him, not mean or hurtful. My bite was not to kill but loving, giving, and gentle. It brought down the final layer separating us. He accepted every part of me, and I reveled in it.

Samkiel’s thrusts turned punishing as I fed, blood pooling in my mouth as heated liquid bathed his cock. The sounds of our bodies coming together, the soft gasps of pleasure, moans of ecstasy, and his grunts of exertion all echoed in the half-carved tunnel.

“Gods . . . Dianna!” he cried out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Bits of stone rained down on us, and I realized maybe we both had been holding back. This was more than just sex. This was a claiming. I was lucky he had dug so much of this tunnel, or they would have heard us throughout the entire prison.

Samkiel shifted me in his arms, cupping my ass and angling my hips. The new position somehow allowed him to get even deeper. The angle and the way he forged into me had his cock hitting that spot at the very depth of my core, and I saw stars. I extracted my fangs and threw my head back on a cry.

It was too much, too good.

I raked my nails down his back, trying and failing to regain some control of my body. So, instead, I gave in to the beast that was now fully awake and begged, “Harder!”

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