Page 12 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

My teeth worried my lip before I sighed. “You won’t have to worry about finding Dianna, trust me.” I pushed myself up on my feet. “After what you did, what you all did.”

“What you helped us with as I recall,” Isaiah snapped, defending his hellish brother.

“I’ll do it,” I said. “But take it from me. You won’t like what I find. Samkiel’s death will have broken her. We all saw what Gabby’s death did to her. Dianna will find us and make everyone pay. She’s probably slaughtering her way through realms as we speak.”

FIVE

DIANNA. TWO WEEKS LATER

Plates clattered to the floor, every bit of breakfast I had laid out for us ruined. The table beneath me creaked as I bucked my hips against his mouth, a desperate moan escaping my lips with each swipe of his tongue. My back arched, his tongue running from my center to my clit. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and my skin burned, every nerve sparking. He alternated between sucking and swirling his tongue in that demanding way that made my toes curl, and my eyes fuse to the back of my head.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “You’re supposed to be eating breakfast.”

Another swipe of his tongue had my body bucking with helpless pleasure.

“I am,” he practically purred against my swollen, wet flesh.

I rested my cheek against the table and lifted my knee, giving him more access from where he knelt behind me. His big hands gripped my thighs, spreading me even further, intent on devouring me completely. His tongue slid over my pussy again, and I saw stars. I bit my lip hard, trying my damnedest to be quiet, but it was pointless. I answered every groan he made against my flesh with a low moan of pleasure and need, pushing back against his face just to feel it again. His tongue speared my core and pushed deep. It felt so good, too good. This was bliss, and I was going to die.

Samkiel knew my body better than I did, and he used that knowledge to edge me again and again. It was senseless agony, but he liked to hear me beg, hear me whine as I called his name over and over again.

We hadn’t had sex in six weeks, not since we arrived. The healers had been working to mend the still-healing wound in his abdomen. They had given him the go-ahead yesterday, and as soon as his eyes opened this morning, he had stalked across the bedroom, past our balcony door, and straight to me. He hadn’t even looked at the breakfast I’d made for him before slanting his lips over mine. He’d ripped my sleep pants away and bent me over the breakfast table, cutlery and food be damned.

“Ah, Sami. Right there. Right there,” I whimpered, my fingers clenching at the edges of the table in a desperate attempt to ground myself before I fell off the table. “Please.”

My hips bucked as I pressed harder against his face, the scruff on his cheeks another illicit sensation I practically craved now. The breeze flowed across the outer balcony, swirling and caressing my skin, goosebumps rising everywhere it touched. My back bent, and I knew the needy god between my legs was doing more than just devouring me.

“Come on my tongue, akrai,” Samkiel demanded, his hands gripping my hips tightly, holding me still for his assault.

That was all it took. With one more flick of his tongue, my back bowed, and I came. Wood splintered beneath my hands as my orgasm ripped through me like wildfire, intense and burning.

My body was still rippling with aftershocks when Samkiel stood and pulled me to my feet. My legs wobbled as he turned me and gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me against his body. The cool air teased at my sweat-slicked back before curving around my nipples to pluck at them teasingly. Samkiel walked me to the balcony wall and sat me on the ledge, the cold of the stone doing nothing to alleviate the heat between my legs.

He placed his fingers against the flat of his tongue, wetting them before lowering his hand to grip my pussy. “This is what I need. You. Just you. I want to bury my cock in you balls deep. Then I want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want you to feel me for days, akrai.”

Samkiel pressed close, and I felt encompassed in him as he slipped his fingers into me. Pulling out, he ran my slickness along his swollen, thick cock. My breath caught watching him stroke himself, knowing he was covered in me. I lifted my leg as he watched me with pure, unadulterated lust and rested my ankle against his collarbone. His eyes blazed molten silver as he looked me over with possessive need. The sound rumbling in his chest nearly sent me over the edge once more.

“You want that too. Wicked, wicked girl.”

“Only for you.” I ran my tongue along my lower lip.

He stepped closer, angling his hips to lock his cock at my entrance. I whimpered and pressed closer, needing him inside me.

Samkiel slapped my thigh, the sting only adding to the aching heat at my core. “Greedy girl.”

I nodded feverishly as I watched him. He spread me with the thick crown of his cock, but he barely pressed in a few inches before pulling back. “I’ve missed how good you feel,” he groaned, and I watched between us, my body trembling at the sight. “You missed it too?”

“Yes,” I whimpered at the teasing, bracing one hand on the balcony behind me and the other on his biceps.

He pushed in a little deeper, then pulled out. His lips brushed mine, and he whispered, “Five hundred.” I growled at his teasing when he thrust in and pulled back out again. I gripped his hair, barely able to grasp the short strands, and pulled him close. He kissed me deeply, my toes curling as our tongues danced. I panted against his lips when he broke the kiss and said, “And four hours is too long to keep us separate.”

I moaned as he sank into me again, my body welcoming him with a flood of heat. “You counted,” I gasped out.

His lips slanted across mine before he nipped at my lower lip. He gripped the back of my head and met my eyes as he slammed his full length into me and hissed, “Yes.”

I cried out and shuddered at the shock of his entry. The angle with my ankle resting on his shoulder and my other leg barely reaching the floor, the thickness of him, and how he filled me so quickly, it was all almost too much.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

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