Page 107 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

He delivered on my words with one punishing thrust after the other. I lowered my mouth to his throat and sank my teeth deep, needing to ground myself in him. Pure, white-hot bliss filled my mouth, and with every pull, he fucked me further into oblivion. This was what I wanted, what I needed so damn badly.

His moans turned into desperate grunts that sent me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, and waves of pleasure shuddered through my body. My core spasmed, and juices dripped from around his cock. I couldn’t tell if I was begging or whimpering or if the words that fell from my lips were even coherent, just that my body clenched around him so tight it ripped another orgasm from me. His mouth covered mine, eating up every scream and noise I made.

“That’s it, baby. Again.” He angled his strokes just right so that my clit rubbed against him with every thrust. “Come for me. Come for me. Come for me.”

Samkiel didn’t stop as I squeezed around him. He felt so far buried in me that I swore I could feel him in my stomach. My body shook as he talked me through it, and I came apart again and again and again. The need and hunger that had built up over the last weeks spilled out of me with every dirty word, every thrust. I was sure his thighs were coated in a mix of us both.

My body jerked as my orgasms burned through me. Every nerve ending unbearably hot as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain raced from my core to my toes and back. My whole body flushed with blistering desire.

It wasn’t until I was a whimpering, sobbing mess and my last orgasm had faded to small ripples that he finally spilled deep inside me. His cock twitched, and his fingers dug deep into my hips. He pulled me down hard and buried himself to the hilt inside me, his balls pressing against my ass. Shoving me against the wall, he held me there and gave two more powerful thrusts. He moaned low and deep, the sound seemingly torn from his soul, his body shuddering.

Maybe this was what we both needed: to cross that final line between us. One where he allowed me to be my true self and reveled in it, and one where I didn’t hold back so he could unleash himself fully, as well.

I licked over the bite marks I left on his throat, cleaning the remaining blood, and for once, I didn’t feel that aching yawning pit in my chest. I was fully and thoroughly satiated.

He held me close and buried his face against my throat. I ran my hand along the hairs at the base of his neck, panting wildly.

“Do you think we could fuck a mountain down?”

Samkiel laughed. “Probably.”

“I’d suggest not.”

Samkiel and I yanked our heads toward that familiar voice. Reggie stood with his hands behind his back and Orym at his side. Samkiel turned us and lifted me off his cock before placing me on my feet. He was careful to block their view of me with his body as I leaned over to grab my shirt and pants as he pulled his up. Once I was dressed, he turned, allowing me to stand beside him.

“Roccurem, when did you get here?” Samkiel asked, his voice hard like stone.

Orym held his hand up as if sensing tension. “To be fair, I did call both of your names in advance, but . . .”

Reggie did not lower his gaze, and the look he gave me made my blood run cold. “I had a vision. Scattered but there. Nismera’s legion is on its way. They believe Dianna is here, and they are coming in force. You are out of time.”

FORTY-ONE

CAMILLA

Hilma hissed, another fragment burning her skin as we tried and failed to force it back together.

“Hey, instead of you two idiots standing over there snickering all day, come help,” Hilma snapped to the two witches giggling at the corner table where they were mashing herbs. They stopped what they were doing and scurried over.

“Sorry, sorry,” they said in unison, and I wondered how much power Hilma had here.

“It’s fine.” I rubbed my brow. “Let’s take a break, huh?”

Hilma looked at me like that was out of the question, but we had been at this for hours, and these damn pieces refused to mend. I wished I knew what power kept them apart. Whatever it was, it was very strong, and just the thought of it made my skin prickle. Then, there was another part of me that whispered it didn’t matter.

“Okay,” Hilma said. “Quick bathroom break, but we have to finish this.”

“Why the rush?” I asked. “Hasn’t she been trying to fix this for years? I don’t think we will get it anytime soon.”

Hilma stared at me, and then a small smile formed on her lips. She nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Okay, I’m going to go eat. Wanna join?”

I shook my head. I already had plans. “No, I’m okay.”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

I waved as the two other witches ran out, hand in hand, Hilma following them. My guards entered the room, waiting to escort me out. I had to admit I much preferred when Vincent escorted me everywhere, but once again, he was busy.

The guards escorted me out of the room, and I slipped my hand into the pocket of the silk pants Nismera made us all wear, tapping the item in my pocket to make sure it was still there. We walked in silence as they led me back to my room, and I even pretended to give them a curt smile as I slipped inside. The door closed tightly behind me, and I ran toward my dresser. Moving a few garments aside, I dug my necklace out of its hiding place and clasped it around my neck. I knew what I felt. It was the same power I had felt when I fled my burning mansion, that unmistakable power that flowed through my woods after Kaden had sent those beasts and they attacked my island.

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