Page 77 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

“It worked,” she said, her voice filled with relief. Dianna smiled up at me, her eyes soft with an emotion so profound I couldn’t name it. She opened her mouth to say something else but only managed a gasp as I grabbed her and sealed my lips over hers.

TWENTY-NINE

DIANNA

He devoured me like a starving man with lips, teeth, and tongue. I groaned, tilting my head to the side, deepening the kiss, begging for it to last forever. His hands fisted in the bodice of my top. I braced, waiting for him to rip it off me, but he stopped and broke the kiss, pulling away. Cold air slipped between us, and I reached for him, already missing his warmth.

“Wait,” he whispered. “I can’t rip it. They don’t supply clothes, and you’ll need some. Otherwise, I’ll destroy the whole camp and ruin whatever plan I have.”

I nodded, panting. “Okay,” I said, aching to have his hands back on me.

Samkiel stepped forward, the bottom of his lip disappearing between his teeth as he reached for me. He spun us, and my back hit the tree. His hands splayed across my ass and squeezed before sliding up, his touch slow and deliberate, savoring every small whimper I made. My body damn near screamed for him, burned for him. I’d missed him so much. I wondered how I’d survived being denied his touch for so long and still managed to breathe.

His fingers worked the laces of my leather top, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled it off, tossing it to the forest floor. It landed in a pile of leaves with a soft crunch. Samkiel’s eyes fell to my breasts, the heat of his gaze in contrast to the cold night air, making my nipples harden to points. His hand curved around my shoulder, the calluses on his palm an erotic rasp against my skin. The rough pads of his fingers raised goosebumps as he ran them over the top of my breast before cupping it. I arched into his touch, pushing the soft curve into his palm. His thumb swiped a path over my nipple, forcing a soft moan of pleasure from my lips.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, grazing his thumb over the swollen tip again. I whimpered and bit my lower lip, closing my eyes against the pleasure. “Did you miss me?”

I nodded, and he pinched my nipple, the small bite of pain forcing my eyes to open.

“Use your words, akrai.”

“I missed you, Sami. Every bit of me missed you.”

Samkiel’s smile was downright devious. His hand left my breast, my stomach clenching as his finger slid over my abdomen. His other hand skimmed my hip, his fingers meeting at the laces of my pants. I thought he was going to undo them, but instead, he slipped his hand inside and cupped my pussy.

My hand wrapped around his wrist, and I moaned. His fingers splayed, rubbing on either side of my clit, pinching it gently before slipping a finger inside.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he stroked in and out, my pussy clenching tightly, aching for more. “Yes, yes, you did. You missed this. Didn’t you, akrai?” Samkiel asked, pulling out to slip another finger into the tightness of my body, the stretch a welcome burn and one I’d so desperately missed. “You want my cock so deep inside you can’t tell where you end and I begin. You want me to fuck you against this tree, out in the open,” he whispered against my ear before sucking it into his mouth.

My hips rolled against his hand, his palm a constant pressure against my clit as he finger fucked me against the tree. He kissed and sucked at my neck before sliding back up to my ear again, and I groaned.

“I love how wet you get when I do this.” He sucked on my skin again, the heat of his mouth like a brand. “You just love to be tongue fucked, don’t you? Love the way it sounds, how it feels. I’d bet you’d come right now imagining my tongue where my fingers are.”

I nodded feverishly because he was right. Godsdamn, was he right.

He worked a third finger into my pussy, and I shuddered, the burn intense, but I knew his cock was even thicker. I panted as my body adjusted and pushed against his hand.

“Imagine my tongue in your pussy and come on my hand, akrai.”

Samkiel’s mouth settled over my pulse. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin and sucked hard, and I came undone. He covered my lips with his free hand as my orgasm swept through me. I gripped his forearm with both hands, riding his hand as he pushed and pulled, continuing to fuck me with his fingers. He took every last bit of shaking, trembling pleasure from me.

I kissed his palm, and he dropped his hand. I leaned forward, my pussy still clenching around his fingers as I claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. We both panted, nipping at each other’s lips. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and I felt the rush of liquid and the sweet ache as I clenched against the emptiness he’d left behind.

Samkiel stepped back, tearing at his laces, working to free his cock. I struggled out of my boots and fought to remove my pants. My orgasm had barely taken the edge off the ravenous need between us.

Finally naked, I stepped toward him just as he pushed his pants over his hips. I groaned at the sight of him. He bent his knees and caressed my thighs before gripping them and lifting me. I locked my ankles at his back and rubbed my pussy against his shaft, the wet heat slicking the rigid length. He hissed and dropped to his knees, a part of me glorying in his strength.

He laid me back, his weight pinning me to the forest floor. Samkiel braced his arm near my head and licked at my lips, tugging gently on my lower one with small, teasing nips. I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, tracing the hardened muscle. So familiar, so mine.

“I want to be on top,” I whispered, pushing at the heavy muscles of his chest and bracing my feet on the ground, lifting my hips.

He smiled and kissed my lips. “Not here,” he said, pressing his lips to my brow, allowing more of his weight to rest on me. The pressure helped to calm me, and I wondered at that. Anyone else and I would have been burning them to a crisp for holding me down, but with him, I just felt at peace.

“Why?” I asked breathlessly, pulling away as he chased my mouth.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Because I cannot cover your mouth that well on top. We’ve learned that the hard way. And with how I’ve missed you these last few weeks, I am sure you’ll be screaming.”

My pussy throbbed and clenched at his words. His gaze on me was a molten heat that pooled at my core. I captured his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, running his hands down my sides before grasping my thighs. I had spent weeks looking for him, and I hadn’t touched myself since he was taken. My need to find him, save him, overrode any other desire. I spread my legs wide, but he pushed my thigh back, opening me further to him. He fit the head of his cock against my entrance, and I moaned, arching my back.

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