Page 185 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

I was a panting mess as my body shook, no longer riding the waves of pleasure but drowning in them. Samkiel’s grip on my hips eased, and my eyes snapped open. My quivering thighs tensed, loathe to let him move away.

Samkiel pressed a kiss to my swollen clit and smiled up at me, his mouth glistening with my release. “That was for leaving you.”

My heart squeezed, and then my lower belly clenched as he dragged a finger to his lips, licking the remnants of my orgasm from his face.

“Multiple orgasms for leaving me?” My laugh was hoarse and weak. “Leave me more often.”

I didn’t even realize I was crying until he leaned over me and wiped my cheeks. The tears that stained my face were not from pain but pure, poignant euphoria.

“And for also making you cry.”

A choked sob left me. “I’m okay with it now.”

His eyes darkened with lust mixed with . . . pain? “The only time I want to be responsible for your tears is when you’re a sobbing, aching mess. When I’ve made you come so many times that you weep from bliss.”

I grasped his jaw and pulled him to me. His lips slanted over mine before I heard him reach for his lapels. I sat up and grabbed his hands, shifting to my knees as he stood. My legs felt like jelly, but I needed him more. His smile faded as I grabbed his collar and pulled him to me once more, crushing his lips back to mine.

I may have initiated the kiss, but he was ravenous and quickly took control again. My hands slipped between us, and I ripped and tore at the fabric separating us. Buttons bounced against the floor, and his cape, jacket, and shirt followed. He groaned as my fingers pinched at his nipple. My hands slipped down over his abs and then lower to rip at his pants. I kissed him harder, and he sucked on my tongue but pulled back when I wrapped him in my hands. Samkiel threw his head back and gasped. I wasn’t light or gentle as I pumped his thick length. His stomach flexed, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine. He moaned, our breaths mingling.

Samkiel angled his head to kiss me again, but I urged him back and slipped off the bed. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He shouted, and his fingers slid into my hair, gripping the long strands. I fisted my hand around his base and tightened my lips around him. My tongue moved from side to side as I bobbed my head, moistening the length of him. I leaned in and grabbed his ass with my free hand, forcing more of him into my mouth until I felt the broad tip hit my throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting forward. “Yes, please, just like that, akrai.”

I sank deeper onto my knees, adjusting to the thrust as he pushed into my throat. I glanced up at him through the veil of thick lashes and swallowed around him. His mouth fell open, and he used his grip on my hair to angle my head. He threw his head back in ecstasy, exposing the thick column of his throat.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I released him with a pop, continuing to stroke him as I looked up at him, drawing in deep gulps of air. He watched me, his eyes barely open, just a sliver of silver glowing behind his lashes. I thought he had said those words out loud, but his teeth were clenched tight, and I realized he hadn’t said them. He had thought them. I traced the tip of my tongue along the adyin that glowed over his shaft before taking him back into my mouth. He pulsed against my tongue, his thighs trembling. Heat flared in me, and I felt my need dripping down my thighs as I took him deep and swallowed him once more. I gagged on him, my throat constricting around his cock. His head dropped back, the muscles in his forearms bunched as his grip tightened in my hair. His abs coiled and flexed, his hips thrusting instinctively, aching to get as deep as possible.

“Mine, mine, mine. MINE!”

Desperate need ripped at me, and I twisted my fist around the base of his shaft. I lovingly cupped and squeezed his balls. He moaned, and a shudder wracked his powerful body. Feeling the effect I had on him, tasting the precum spilling onto my tongue, and hearing his declarations through our rings sent me close to the edge. I knew one touch, and I would come again. I sucked and twirled my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head and felt him swell. Very lightly, I scraped my nails over his balls, and his groans echoed loudly in the room as his hips thrust forward.

“Akrai.” He pulled my head back so his cock slipped out with a pop. “I’m going to come.”

“Good.” I panted, stroking up and down his glowing length and pulling against his hold, trying to take him back into my mouth.

“Not like this, not tonight,” he groaned. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

Samkiel lifted me and fell with me onto the bed. His lips slanted over mine, and he shifted us higher on the mattress before lowering his weight onto me. He ground his cock against me, rocking against the slickness between my thighs as if he couldn’t help himself. My knees bent, and I slid them up his sides, opening further to him as he continued to kiss me, slow and passionate. He fisted the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head back so he could look at me. I licked my lips and waited, thinking he was about to say something filthy, but his eyes were soft and warm, filled with not only lust but—“I love you,” he whispered.

I smiled up at him, sliding my thumb along his lower lip as if I might touch those words as well as hear them.

“I love you,” I said, and even to my own ears, they sounded like a vow.

It was not just three little words for us. It never was. Whatever missing fractured pieces we’d lost so long ago seemed to come slamming back into place.

Samkiel’s lips met mine in a slow, rhythmic dance. He shifted his hips and settled the head of his cock at my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, my body stretching tightly around him. I gasped and broke the kiss, locking my eyes with his as he rocked into me. His enormous body glowed, his godly adyin marks pulsing with each beat of his heart. His breath washed over my lips as he seated himself balls deep inside me. Fire erupted through my veins, and I clenched around him in sweet welcome.

He claimed my mouth again and began to move with slow, passionate strokes. Oh gods, I felt him everywhere, every move inside me, his hands on my thighs, his tongue in my mouth. If I had a soul, it would be screaming and melding into him with how deeply he seemed to touch me like this.

I had never felt this kind of intimacy, and I knew he felt it too. I could taste it in his kiss, feel it in how he worshiped my body with every stroke. The proof was in the litany of thoughts he didn’t know how to say out loud.

Samkiel pressed his forehead to mine, our mouths only inches apart. Something felt like it was shifting between us again. No words were spoken, just this hungry, aching bond that for a moment felt sealed, felt complete. His hands cupped my ass, and he dragged his length in and out of me slowly, deliberately, as if this moment was so precious he didn’t want it to end.

I loved this, but I needed more. I raked my nails down his back and bit his lower lip. “Sami, please.”

His next thrust made me gasp. He pulled my leg higher on his hip and ground against me before pulling all the way out and slamming deep. I screamed and arched beneath him, forcing him deeper. His grip tightened on my ass, holding me still.

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