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.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

I nipped his bottom lip and reached between us, stroking his shaft, my pussy squeezing around his tip, tempting him deeper. “You keep saying that.”

His smile was lethal and full of promises. He pushed inside me, inch by glorious inch, and all thoughts of teasing died as my brain short-circuited. I loved the way it felt when he stretched me, filling me up. I knew by the way he groaned and sank so slowly into me that he felt the same way.

Samkiel’s body was nearly trembling as he struggled for control. I looked deep into his eyes and squeezed hard around his cock. His grunt was guttural, and I saw the moment he let himself off the chain. “Oh fuck, Dianna. So fucking demanding. You want my cock, akrai? I will give you everything.” His voice was deep and resonant, barely recognizable as his. It set my blood on fire.

My mouth fell open on a moan as he thrust inside me, the stretch and fullness nearly overwhelming. His large, calloused hand clamped over my mouth on his second thrust, and my eyes rolled back. My nails raked down his side as I held on to him, my body falling into the familiar rhythm. Gods, it was perfect. He was perfect, and I needed more. His grunts turned to groans as he fucked me into the ground, and I knew his plan would not work much longer.

I was not the only one who was loud.

We weren’t that far from camp, but I didn’t care. If anyone showed up and tried to take him from me, I would rip them to shreds. Gods, I could destroy the whole camp and sleep like a baby as long as I had him.

Samkiel slammed into me again, sticks and leaves digging into my ass. I arched to meet him, taking him deeper, feeling my pussy clamp around him. It was so fucking good, too fucking much, but oh gods, I needed more. Consequences be damned, I shifted my hands under his arms, and using a move he’d taught me so long ago, I wrapped my leg over his hip and hooked my heel around his thigh. I pushed, forcing him deep and managing to flip us over.

“Diannnna.” He stretched my name out, one part bliss, the other part warning.

I sat up and straddled him, biting back a gasp. He felt even bigger in this position. I lifted a single finger to my lips to shush him, smiling wickedly behind my finger.

“Be a good boy and try to be quiet.” I rose, my belly clenching as he slowly slipped out of me. Reaching between us, I used my other hand to grip him, my fingers not meeting around his girth. He was slick, and my hand slid smoothly, stroking his thick length. His abs flexed as he took a deep breath.

He watched me, his gaze focused on my hand, not protesting like I thought he would. I pressed his thick crown against my entrance, moaning when I took just the flared tip inside, using my grip on his shaft as leverage. His brows furrowed in confusion when I sank no lower.

I moved, only allowing him so deep as I jerked him off with my hand simultaneously. His confusion died, and he dropped his head to the ground, leaves and dirt tangling in his hair. His hips surged up, and it felt good, fucking good, but it was not enough to make me a screaming mess. My heart hammered in my chest, my pussy clenching around the tip of him as he moaned beneath me. I watched him, his lust-filled eyes locked on where our bodies were joined.

He thrust up, trying to drive more of himself into me, but I didn’t let him. Sweat beaded on his strained muscles. His arms flexed, one hand resting on my knee, the other digging into the soil. Every inch of him was pure-blooded warrior, and the sight alone was enough to make me wet, but knowing I was the one who made him whimper and beg had me fucking dripping for him. My slick heat slid over my hand, and I used it to grip him tighter, stroking him a fraction harder.

Samkiel shoved hard against me, grinding against my hand and begging, “Sit on it.”

I shook my head, biting my lip playfully. “No, Sami. I am in charge.”

“Oh, yeah?” he growled, and I knew that had been the wrong thing to say.

He sat up, and I yelped, the speed of the movement driving him deeper and forcing my fist hard against my pussy. One hand came down, popping my ass, the other gripping my throat, his mouth inches from mine.

“Move your hand and give me what I want,” he demanded, the silver swirl of his eyes pinning me in place.

“You’re spoiled.” I moaned, and Samkiel gripped my ass painfully tight and lifted me off his cock before slamming me back down. “Fuck.” A scream ripped from my throat with the sudden rush of pleasure, but I kept my hand between us. He did it again and again, our skin slapping against each other with deep, punishing thrusts. He yanked me forward, crushing his lips to mine.

“Spoil me, akrai, give me what I want,” he snarled, his voice infused with a dominance that bathed his cock in another rush of liquid heat.

I nodded and finally released my hold on him. He grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers into his mouth, and I saw his eyes flare, heat, lust, and something more intense swirling in their depths as he licked my slickness from them. I clenched around him at the erotic display, and how fucking filthy he was when it came to me. When he released my hand, I wrapped my arms around his neck and sank back onto him fully.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, my body trembling with need.

His arms held me in an iron grip, making sure I didn’t escape to tease him anymore, and gods above and below, I loved it. I rode him hard and fast, both of us gasping for each breath. He was holding me so close that every time I lifted and slammed back down, my clit ground against him, sending sparks across my entire being. Gods, it felt so good. He felt so good. His lips and teeth scraped at my throat, and I tipped my head back, offering him more. His groans vibrated against my skin.

I was fire and lightning and life and death. Ever since my powers returned, sex had felt different. Better wasn’t the word I was looking for. It was always amazing, yet now it felt as though he was not only inside me but everywhere, in my veins, his power encompassing my skin. I felt him in my blood, my very soul. Samkiel’s hands slipped to my ass, his grip painfully tight. He moaned, his voice strangled. I loved that sound because it told me he was close.

I bounced on him harder, his thrusts almost brutal beneath me, chasing our pleasure. The swell of pleasure built so high that I didn’t even have a warning before it ripped across my flesh. I buried my face against his neck and bit down, muffling my cry against him as my body shuddered with my release. It was hot, quick, and blinding, specks of light sparking behind my eyes. He gripped the back of my neck, forcing my head up and my lips to his as he came inside me. His body twitched, his thighs flexing beneath me as he ground deeper.

“Fuck, akrai, you’re going to make me come so hard,” Samkiel groaned. I felt his cock throb inside me as he spilled, his grip on my hips punishingly tight as he thrust mindlessly into the wet heat of my body. He pulsed inside of me again and again, filling me to the point of overflowing, his seed running down my thighs. He finally stilled beneath me, his breath coming in thick, heavy pants. Our bodies shuddered with aftershocks as the connection broke and remade us over and over.

My forehead rested against his, both of us breathing heavily as we trembled.

“Gods, how long has it been?”

His breath tickled my lips. “Three weeks, four days, and sixteen hours.”

I laughed, sliding my hands over his shoulders and leaning back. “You counted?”

He looked at me as if I’d asked him the stupidest question. “I always count when you’re away from me.”

I nipped at his nose and smiled. “Stalker.”

I leaned in and ran my lips along his stubble, able to feel his grin. His arms wrapped tighter around my waist. He was alive and whole. My fear had faded away the second I had entered this blasted realm and found him. I had hunted the caravan, stalking through the trees as they traveled. I had watched them force the prisoners from the wagons, nerves twisting my insides when I hadn’t seen him in the first few. That had died the second I saw him through the brush, every ounce of it disappearing. The guards would meet a gruesome end the second I had him healed, but I was content to know he wasn’t dead.

Memories from the tunnel flashed in my head. Water dripping as the world shook, his blood-covered body held in my arms as life left him. I shook my head, chasing away the images.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, nuzzling his lips beneath my ear, trailing featherlight kisses. His hands roamed a soft path over my lower back to my ass and back again.

I didn’t realize I had been so quiet. I didn’t want him to know how it felt with him gone, how empty I felt, as if a part of me was missing. It was something I had never felt before, not for anyone, not even Gabby. Nor did I want to ruin this moment by telling him about the bloodshed I’d caused, either. So, I did what I normally did. Pulling back, I purposely tightened around him, redirecting and distracting. “That I need to learn to breathe again.”

His smile lit up the darkened forest, and mine soon matched. I picked the tiny leaves from his hair, but there was so much dirt he’d have to wash to get it all out. Maybe I could find us a stream . . . My hand froze, and my smile dropped. I heard them first, quickly followed by the scent. My eyes raked the forest, and I threw myself off Samkiel, my skin prickling. Fur replaced skin, and my paws beat against the forest floor as I chased the onlooker. Teeth met flesh, ripping as I leaped atop him, a blood-curdling scream rending the air.