Page 184 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

My smile turned devious. “You move, I stop.”

He whimpered. Samkiel actually whimpered as his mouth formed into a thin line. I loved how much power I had over him, how absolutely wild I drove him without even touching him. I leaned further back, my free hand curving around to stroke and tug at my nipple.

“Fuck,” Samkiel breathed as he watched me. Between his desperation and what I was doing, my need tore at me, and I moaned a fraction louder.

“You’d been gone for a few days.” I shuddered. “I was in my room late at night, and all I could think about was you. All I pictured was you.” My fingers dipped down and slipped inside. Tight, wet heat welcomed the intrusion as I watched him. “I wondered what would happen if you came back and saw me utterly drenched at the thought of you?”

I withdrew my fingers and lifted them to my mouth, licking them clean. I swore lightning skittered across the ceiling in our room.

“Do you want to know?” His voice was husky, deep, and pissed. “What I would have done?”

I nodded. “Show me.”

Before the words were completely out of my mouth, the crackling heat of his power wrapped around my wrists, forcing my arms wide.

“First, I would make sure you could no longer touch what is mine.” Samkiel stalked, bearing down on me with that turbulent silver gaze. “Then I’d ask what you were thinking about that made you do something so wicked by yourself.” His fingers curved under my chin, and he tilted my head up. His mouth lowered to mine, his tongue sliding across my lips before he claimed my mouth. He growled as I shared the lingering taste of my pleasure, stroking my tongue along his. He broke the kiss and said, “And you’d say?”

“You.” The word left my lips breathlessly. “Always you.”

“And then I’d get on my knees, lapping at every drenched bit of you, making you come over and over until you couldn’t take it any longer and begged me to stop.” He pushed my legs further apart before kneeling between them, and my heart skittered. “And after you thought you couldn’t take anymore, I’d fuck you so hard that the next time you even thought of touching yourself without me, all you’d feel was the aching flesh of where I’d been.”

His hand gripped my thighs, spreading me achingly wide, the cool air tickling my sensitive flesh. He watched me as he slowly and deliberately licked from my center to my clit.

The moan that escaped at the feel of his hot, wet tongue on my most sensitive flesh was loud and exhilarating all at once. My nerve endings pulsed, and my belly clenched as he did it again. I whimpered when he abandoned my pussy and licked and nipped at my inner thighs. I pulled against the power holding me in place, determined to put his mouth back where I needed it, but there was no give, and his hands held my hips right where he wanted them. His breath was teasing and hot, his tongue lapping along the crease of my thigh, driving me fucking wild.

Samkiel was following through on his promise, cleaning up anywhere I may have dripped from fingering myself. His mouth moved closer to my core, and I lifted my hips. His tongue made another pass, but this time, he started at the sensitive skin just below my entrance.

“Samkiel!” I cried out, my body trembling, needing him back at my clit. He didn’t respond, but I felt a deep vibration against my flesh as he laughed. “Fuck,” I whined, my hips writhing in his grip. I couldn’t move anything else, his power holding me tight. “Sami, please suck me.”

He gave another long, agonizing lick before his tongue speared into me. I groaned, my pussy clenching around him, the sensation so good, but at the same time I needed more. My hips rocked, riding his face, his nose pressing against my clit as he tongue fucked me, and gods above, I lost it. I didn’t even feel the orgasm build before it ripped through me. Samkiel greedily drank my pleasure, savoring every shiver and tremble as I screamed his name.

I tried to move, trying to ride another wave of pleasure, but Samkiel held me tight. He moved his head from side to side, stimulating my already overly sensitive clit. My body shook as he worked it like a master, bringing me to the edge again and again but not letting me slip over. Then, I did the one thing he said I would.

I begged.

I begged as he continued to lick and tease me, begged as he finally sent me over, and then I begged as he released my hands. I needed more, his mouth and lips and tongue everywhere on me, and then I needed him to fill me.

Samkiel’s eyes flicked toward me as if he’d heard my thoughts, and a slow, seductive smile spread across his face. His hands grasped my ass, his fingers damn near bruising as he pulled me closer.

“I need you,” I whimpered, but he ignored me.

I watched as he tasted me again, his tongue pressing deep in a long, slow lick before he sucked my clit into his mouth. I saw stars, pure, blinding white stars.

“Fuck!” I screamed, throwing my head back. He was relentless, sucking and flicking my clit before his fingers dove deep, stretching me. My back lifted off the bed as he curled them inside me.

I couldn’t watch anymore. I could barely breathe as rapture licked at my core, building into an inferno. Another pulsing need built with it, one unfamiliar as he tossed me into another orgasm. I screamed as he drew it out, drawing one whimpering pant after another from me.

“Sami.” My words were breathless demands as I jerked and twisted in his hold. His fingers pressed on that spot deep inside me, massaging it greedily, and all I could do was whimper and squirm. “Baby, please, please, please.”

Tears welled in my eyes from the complete rapture he sent me through. My body demanded more from his skillful mouth, even if it killed me.

“Oh, gods. Oh, gods.” His fingers curved again, and my body bent. Heat ripped through me as another orgasm followed. I was going to die, here and now. I couldn’t tell if the noises I was making were even words.

“That’s my girl.” I felt him smile against my soaked flesh. “Give me one more, okay?”

I moaned and shook my head, words escaping me. All I could manage were whimpers or screams with every flick or lash of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers. He hit that spot deep inside me, working it, and my body curved and bent, following his lead.

My hands reached, grabbing at the sides of his head, threading my fingers through his hair as I slammed myself down on his fingers and tongue. I clenched and quivered and broke. My head fell back, my mouth agape, and all I could do was hope I didn’t crush him as my orgasm ripped through me. I released my grip on his head, my hand slapping on the sheets above me as my legs closed around his head. My body twisted as my fists balled into the sheets, riding through wave after wave of pleasure.

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