Page 13 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

It was all I could think or say as he moved inside me. Every thrust sent waves of heat through my core and into my entire being. It never felt like this before. My powers had dampened so much, but now it was pure, blinding bliss.

My nails raked across the railing right as he started slamming into me. He pounded into me relentlessly, my moans turning to screams. He was no longer worried about hurting me as he had been when we first were together, and this time, he wasn’t holding back. A small part of my brain whispered that we should be taking this slower. He had been so wounded, so hurt, and we hadn’t fucked for weeks. We had teased, and he had more than once slipped his hand between my thighs or used his mouth on me, but we hadn’t done anything like this. Not until now.

I clenched tightly around him, drawing a string of curses out of him. Pleasure shot through me, and I clung to his arm, feeling that building ache as I chased my release. He gripped my waist, pulling me into his thrusts in a brutal rhythm. I could do nothing but hold on, every stroke carving another wave of pleasure from me. His need and his blistering hunger consumed me.

I felt my heart struggle to match his heartbeat, used to the sensation now. The sound of his rushing blood drew my eyes to the veins across his arms and hands. I licked my lips, and my fangs extended. My mouth gaped, a moan escaping me as he nipped at my throat. I caught my reflection in the window, seeing exactly what I feared. My eyes were burning red, and my fangs fully extended as he thrust into me. I snapped my mouth closed, willing that part of me back under control. I rested my head on his chest, hiding from the realization of my beast.

It felt like when I first turned and was out of control. At that time, I was nearly incapacitated by the overwhelming hunger to fuck and feed and rip. I held on to him harder, focusing on the feel of him, the sounds he made, and how I’d never hurt him like that. Never. Never. Never.

His hand gripped my hair, pulling my head toward him. Samkiel leaned in to kiss me, and I turned, exposing my throat. He didn’t even notice, taking it as a sign of what I wanted him to do. He nipped and sucked on my neck as he continued to slam into me.

“Talk to me,” I gasped. “Tell me filthy, dirty things.”

I didn’t want him to feel my fangs. There was no way I could feed on him, not now while he was still healing. I felt that hunger subside as I focused on how deep his cock drove into me.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “I’m trying to concentrate on not coming too fast.” He groaned once more, pulling my head back to look at me as he slowed, one deep thrust, then another. “That will push me over the edge.”

“Good.” I licked at his kiss-swollen lips. “Fall over the edge with me.”

He growled low in his throat and gripped the base of my neck, his lips fusing over mine.

“Treacherous.”

Thrust

“Filthy.”

Thrust

“Woman.”

Sweat glistened across his skin as he fucked me harder. I loved watching his face contort with absolute ecstasy when I tightened around him.

“And you love every second of it.”

“Yes.” He groaned, nodding frantically. “Every second.”

His eyes bled silver as he gripped the back of my hair so tight I moaned.

“Tell me what makes you come harder. When I call you my Dianna . . .” He flicked his tongue over my pulse before pressing kisses along my jaw to my other ear, his cock slamming so deep my eyes crossed. I ran my tongue over my teeth, finding them smooth and flat. He pulled out almost to the tip before plunging deeply into me again. “Or akrai.”

My back arched, pushing against him, taking him deeper, needing more of his cock, needing him to be a part of me.

“All of it, but my favorite is when I do this, and you say . . .” I clenched around him, strangling his rigid cock.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes rolling back.

I smirked, nipping at his lower lip. “That.”

Samkiel’s head fell to the curve of my neck, his face contorting in an expression somewhere between pleasure and pain. His knees buckled for half a second as he groaned, and I watched the hardened lines of his abs shudder. His head dipped, my eyes closing tightly as his mouth latched on to my breast. He nipped and sucked at the turgid tip, his fingers tormenting my other nipple, pinching and squeezing. I cried out as he licked and sucked and bit.

Knowing how wild I made him was my favorite thing in the world. There was something so satisfying in seeing my Samkiel lose control and become absolutely unhinged, but there were consequences to driving him to this place. He gripped my hip with one hand, the other slipping between our bodies. His fingers found my clit and circled it once before pinching it, sending a frisson of pleasure mixed with pain through me.

Samkiel bent me back and readjusted his angle before driving into me. With every thrust, he hit that damned spot inside me, forcing a scream from my throat. My head fell back as my belly clenched.

This was payback, and dammit, I loved it. The inhabitants of Jade City probably hated us so much for this, but I couldn’t care less.

His thrusts turned feverish, and I knew he was close. “That’s my girl,” he groaned. “My pretty, pretty girl.”

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