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“Good.”
He moved so fast I didn’t even feel the air shift. Every worry and insecurity disappeared the second he slammed his lips into mine. The world exploded. Lights flickered inside the house, fueled by his power, his energy leaking as he let his need off the chain. Then again, I was so blinded by need I could have been imagining it.
My hands roamed over every part of him I could reach. I pulled at his jacket, trying to push it off his broad shoulders. He pulled back, helping me shove it off his arms. We stood, staring at each other, both of us panting, our lips kiss swollen. Heat, as pure and hot as my flames flared between us.
Samkiel reached for me, and I stepped eagerly toward him. His mouth came down hard on mine again, this time in full command of the kiss. I jumped into his arms, and he caught me, his hands gripping my ass. My skin was aching to be against his. I practically climbed him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I rotated my hips, pressing the aching heat of my core against the front of his jeans. An inmortal sound rumbled in his chest at the friction. I did it again for another feel of the hardness I ached to have inside of me.
I explored every inch of his mouth before biting his lower lip. He growled at the sting and reclaimed my lips, his tongue spearing into my mouth. I felt him move but was too consumed in the kiss to pay any attention until my back hit a soft surface. My eyes shot open when he pulled away. I pushed up on my elbows, prepared to follow him, but stopped in amazement.
Samkiel had transformed the room without his hands ever leaving my body. I glanced around, seeing he had laid me on the floor where the couches had been. A large thick duvet and plush pillows in various sizes and colors cushioned my body. Hundreds of candles lit the room with a golden glow. A small smile curved my lips when I noticed the petals that decorated the floor, their scent hanging heavy in the air.
“The flowers are a nice touch,” I said, nodding toward them.
A cocky smile lit his features. “I thought so,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. The candlelight caressed his dark hair and sharp jawline, gilding the heavy muscles of his chest. He was everything the mortals molded the gods after, so painfully beautiful I damn near ached. “The yellow and blue ones caught your eye that night in the garden as we walked. They were the only ones you reached out to touch.”
Warmth filled me at the memory and at the fact he had been so keen to notice. These were the same flowers he had given me that night, too.
“You deserve something nice, my Dianna.”
My Dianna
He didn’t know what that did to me. I raised my legs, bending at the knee slightly as I parted them. His eyes caught every movement, and the way he looked at me, you’d think I was already completely bared.
“Mmm hmm,” I purred, crooking a finger and beckoning him closer. “Say it again.”
Samkiel’s eyes blazed molten silver. He moved with a predator’s grace as he knelt between my knees and leaned over me, the heat from that perfectly sculpted body setting me ablaze.
“My Dianna,” he whispered against my lips before pressing kisses to the tip of my nose, my cheek, and then my brow.
It was so nice and lovely. This was everything I wanted but had always been too afraid to hope for because I knew it was out of my reach. I never got sweet gestures, flowers, or romantic poetry. Yet here Samkiel was, making my dreams come true. My heart swelled so much it damn near burst.
“You deserve to be worshiped like the goddess you are,” he said, pressing another kiss to my brow.
“I’m not a goddess.”
“You are mine.”
Heat pooled between my legs at his words, and I slid my hands beneath his shirt, caressing his chest and shoulders.
“I do not want a quick fuck from you, Dianna. I am very serious about my intentions.” His hand cupped my chin, tilting it up. “I will take my time with you, but if at any point you wish to stop, tell me. Do you understand?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
A moan slipped from my lips, and I nodded even if I didn’t quite get why I would ever want him to stop. “Yes.”
His lips claimed mine. The kiss started soft but deepened when I moaned. He supported himself on one arm and gripped my hair with the other hand, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth. My breath became his, fire erupting in my core. His tongue danced with mine before he sucked it into his mouth. I twisted beneath him, trying to pull him closer, my body roaring to life.
Oh yes, I needed this. I had been missing and searching for this so desperately. My hands pulled at the base of Samkiel’s neck, urging him to do that again. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and arched beneath him, rubbing the aching heat between my legs against his hardness. I whimpered, the friction from my jeans digging into me not nearly enough. He smiled against my lips before pulling back. His eyes met mine, and I didn’t need my powers to know that something monumental between us was about to change. It felt like the world knew it and held its breath in anticipation.
Cold rushed over me as he sat up, the loss of his heat making me shiver. He traced my lower lip, and his chest rumbled with a low growl when I flicked my tongue over the pad of his thumb. Slowly, meticulously, he slid his hand down between my breasts, and my back arched, seeking more of his touch.
Samkiel held my gaze as his fingers circled my right nipple, and I couldn’t hold back my low whimper. He was teasing me, and he fucking knew it. He pinched my nipple through the red lace of my bra, and my hips lifted of their own accord. I moaned, cursing that I’d worn a damned bra now. He smiled wickedly and shifted to my left breast, treating it to the same torturous teasing.
I jerked and hissed as he tugged a fraction harder, but it wasn’t from pain, not even close. He watched me intently, even through his lust and hunger, learning what made me react and how to make my body sing. Gods, he was going to ruin me. Muscles flexed across his chest as he abandoned his assault on my now swollen and aching breasts. Samkiel dragged his fingers across my belly, and my breath hitched when he paused at the top of my pants to trail his fingers teasingly along the waistband. My whimper of disappointment died when he suddenly cupped my sex, the heel of his hand pressing with the perfect pressure against my clit.
“Do you think I could feel how wet you already are through these?”
My hips rocked against his hand, and I nodded. I closed my eyes with the added pressure, my hands fisting the blankets beneath me. I spread my knees further, opening to his touch.
“I can feel you practically throbbing,” he purred, his voice a low rumble. His fingers stroked and pressed against my center, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “Do you want me that badly?”
