Page 78 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

I nipped his bottom lip and reached between us, stroking his shaft, my pussy squeezing around his tip, tempting him deeper. “You keep saying that.”

His smile was lethal and full of promises. He pushed inside me, inch by glorious inch, and all thoughts of teasing died as my brain short-circuited. I loved the way it felt when he stretched me, filling me up. I knew by the way he groaned and sank so slowly into me that he felt the same way.

Samkiel’s body was nearly trembling as he struggled for control. I looked deep into his eyes and squeezed hard around his cock. His grunt was guttural, and I saw the moment he let himself off the chain. “Oh fuck, Dianna. So fucking demanding. You want my cock, akrai? I will give you everything.” His voice was deep and resonant, barely recognizable as his. It set my blood on fire.

My mouth fell open on a moan as he thrust inside me, the stretch and fullness nearly overwhelming. His large, calloused hand clamped over my mouth on his second thrust, and my eyes rolled back. My nails raked down his side as I held on to him, my body falling into the familiar rhythm. Gods, it was perfect. He was perfect, and I needed more. His grunts turned to groans as he fucked me into the ground, and I knew his plan would not work much longer.

I was not the only one who was loud.

We weren’t that far from camp, but I didn’t care. If anyone showed up and tried to take him from me, I would rip them to shreds. Gods, I could destroy the whole camp and sleep like a baby as long as I had him.

Samkiel slammed into me again, sticks and leaves digging into my ass. I arched to meet him, taking him deeper, feeling my pussy clamp around him. It was so fucking good, too fucking much, but oh gods, I needed more. Consequences be damned, I shifted my hands under his arms, and using a move he’d taught me so long ago, I wrapped my leg over his hip and hooked my heel around his thigh. I pushed, forcing him deep and managing to flip us over.

“Diannnna.” He stretched my name out, one part bliss, the other part warning.

I sat up and straddled him, biting back a gasp. He felt even bigger in this position. I lifted a single finger to my lips to shush him, smiling wickedly behind my finger.

“Be a good boy and try to be quiet.” I rose, my belly clenching as he slowly slipped out of me. Reaching between us, I used my other hand to grip him, my fingers not meeting around his girth. He was slick, and my hand slid smoothly, stroking his thick length. His abs flexed as he took a deep breath.

He watched me, his gaze focused on my hand, not protesting like I thought he would. I pressed his thick crown against my entrance, moaning when I took just the flared tip inside, using my grip on his shaft as leverage. His brows furrowed in confusion when I sank no lower.

I moved, only allowing him so deep as I jerked him off with my hand simultaneously. His confusion died, and he dropped his head to the ground, leaves and dirt tangling in his hair. His hips surged up, and it felt good, fucking good, but it was not enough to make me a screaming mess. My heart hammered in my chest, my pussy clenching around the tip of him as he moaned beneath me. I watched him, his lust-filled eyes locked on where our bodies were joined.

He thrust up, trying to drive more of himself into me, but I didn’t let him. Sweat beaded on his strained muscles. His arms flexed, one hand resting on my knee, the other digging into the soil. Every inch of him was pure-blooded warrior, and the sight alone was enough to make me wet, but knowing I was the one who made him whimper and beg had me fucking dripping for him. My slick heat slid over my hand, and I used it to grip him tighter, stroking him a fraction harder.

Samkiel shoved hard against me, grinding against my hand and begging, “Sit on it.”

I shook my head, biting my lip playfully. “No, Sami. I am in charge.”

“Oh, yeah?” he growled, and I knew that had been the wrong thing to say.

He sat up, and I yelped, the speed of the movement driving him deeper and forcing my fist hard against my pussy. One hand came down, popping my ass, the other gripping my throat, his mouth inches from mine.

“Move your hand and give me what I want,” he demanded, the silver swirl of his eyes pinning me in place.

“You’re spoiled.” I moaned, and Samkiel gripped my ass painfully tight and lifted me off his cock before slamming me back down. “Fuck.” A scream ripped from my throat with the sudden rush of pleasure, but I kept my hand between us. He did it again and again, our skin slapping against each other with deep, punishing thrusts. He yanked me forward, crushing his lips to mine.

“Spoil me, akrai, give me what I want,” he snarled, his voice infused with a dominance that bathed his cock in another rush of liquid heat.

I nodded and finally released my hold on him. He grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers into his mouth, and I saw his eyes flare, heat, lust, and something more intense swirling in their depths as he licked my slickness from them. I clenched around him at the erotic display, and how fucking filthy he was when it came to me. When he released my hand, I wrapped my arms around his neck and sank back onto him fully.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, my body trembling with need.

His arms held me in an iron grip, making sure I didn’t escape to tease him anymore, and gods above and below, I loved it. I rode him hard and fast, both of us gasping for each breath. He was holding me so close that every time I lifted and slammed back down, my clit ground against him, sending sparks across my entire being. Gods, it felt so good. He felt so good. His lips and teeth scraped at my throat, and I tipped my head back, offering him more. His groans vibrated against my skin.

I was fire and lightning and life and death. Ever since my powers returned, sex had felt different. Better wasn’t the word I was looking for. It was always amazing, yet now it felt as though he was not only inside me but everywhere, in my veins, his power encompassing my skin. I felt him in my blood, my very soul. Samkiel’s hands slipped to my ass, his grip painfully tight. He moaned, his voice strangled. I loved that sound because it told me he was close.

I bounced on him harder, his thrusts almost brutal beneath me, chasing our pleasure. The swell of pleasure built so high that I didn’t even have a warning before it ripped across my flesh. I buried my face against his neck and bit down, muffling my cry against him as my body shuddered with my release. It was hot, quick, and blinding, specks of light sparking behind my eyes. He gripped the back of my neck, forcing my head up and my lips to his as he came inside me. His body twitched, his thighs flexing beneath me as he ground deeper.

“Fuck, akrai, you’re going to make me come so hard,” Samkiel groaned. I felt his cock throb inside me as he spilled, his grip on my hips punishingly tight as he thrust mindlessly into the wet heat of my body. He pulsed inside of me again and again, filling me to the point of overflowing, his seed running down my thighs. He finally stilled beneath me, his breath coming in thick, heavy pants. Our bodies shuddered with aftershocks as the connection broke and remade us over and over.

My forehead rested against his, both of us breathing heavily as we trembled.

“Gods, how long has it been?”

His breath tickled my lips. “Three weeks, four days, and sixteen hours.”

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