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My lashes lifted just a fraction, just enough to see him through the thick veil. “Yes.” I managed to get a word out this time, and I didn’t care how desperate it sounded. I just needed him to keep touching me.
“Hm, let’s see then, shall we?” Samkiel said, nearly ripping the button from my pants. I lifted my hips in anticipation, and he grabbed the sides, stripping them from me and tossing them away. He wrapped one large hand around my ankle and held my foot up to the light. “Red?” he asked, glancing at my toes.
I nodded, biting my lip. “You said it was your favorite.”
He lifted my leg to place a kiss to the dip of my ankle. A whimper escaped me. The wet heat of his mouth seared into my very bones, electricity shooting from my leg to my stomach, making my core clench. He smiled, his breath hot against my skin as he worked his way up my leg, licking the back of my knee before nipping and kissing at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
“I want to taste every part of you,” he said with a groan, “and I intend to.”
My anticipation grew with every brush of his tongue and touch of his teeth. He traced the sensitive crease of my leg where it met my groin, and I bucked against his mouth. His hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly. Instead of turning toward the place I wanted him most, he moved up to my hip, nipping at the lace of my panties. He bit the string, pulling it back before releasing it with a pop against my skin. I yelped, his muffled laugh vibrating against me, only adding to my frustration. I fought his hold, trying to angle him where I wanted his mouth to go. Samkiel ignored my attempts, keeping me right where he wanted me.
Bastard.
His eyes darted toward mine as he licked across my stomach and past my navel, traveling away from where I ached the most.
Bastard, indeed.
My expression must have said it all because his smile brightened as he snaked past my breasts to nip lightly at my neck.
“Craving something, my Dianna?” he whispered against my ear. I shivered at the sensation, nuzzling my cheek against his, savoring the feel of his rough jaw. I wanted to pop him for his teasing, but the way he spoke and the feel of his breath and lips against my ear forced another moan from me. A sensitive spot I didn’t even know I had until him.
I nodded and ran my hands through his hair.
“Tell me what pleases you, Dianna.” His teeth tugged at my earlobe, sending shocks of pleasure to my lower belly. “Tell me what you crave, what you need. Tell me what you like so I can do it better than anyone you’ve ever had.”
“You. Just you.” The words left my mouth on a breathless whimper.
Samkiel’s mouth followed the line of my throat, his tongue lapping over my pulse. “Which part first?” I felt him smile against my skin. “You’re not nearly as wet as I need you to be to take my cock without hurting you. Do you want my fingers like when we were in Chasin, or would you prefer my mouth and tongue first?”
Damned bastard.
“Your mouth.” I panted. “Your tongue.”
I thought I’d said something wrong as he raised himself on one elbow, but my doubts quickly died as silver sparks glinted in his eyes. Watching me, he trailed his fingers along my bra strap. He didn’t stop until he reached the center of the lace cup.
“Shall I start here?” he asked with a teasing tap.
Samkiel didn’t give me a chance to respond before he dipped his head and took my breast into his mouth. His tongue rasped across the lace, and my nipple tightened beneath the fabric. Blistering pleasure shot through me. I moaned, lifting my hips in invitation, molten heat pooling between my legs.
“I love these little intricate undergarments you wear,” Samkiel said before gently biting down on my nipple, the lace adding an extra abrasion across the sensitive tip. He tugged, and I felt the pull in my clit. I cried out, my fingers digging into his arms and shoulders. “Although I think I prefer you bare.”
Samkiel snapped the strings between the cups with a sharp tug I barely felt. The bra fell away, and his hands took its place, cupping their lush weight. The rough pads of his thumbs ran over the tight, sensitive tips. “Absolutely perfect,” he said reverently.
A strong, heart-clenching emotion ran through my body, mixing with my lust.
“I think you might have hit your head harder than you thought on the ice,” I said, running my fingers through his hair, my voice little more than a whisper.
Samkiel smiled and dipped his head, sucking my breast into the heat of his mouth. He flicked his tongue against my overly sensitized nipple and slipped his knee between my legs. I groaned and lifted my hips, grinding against his thigh. Each graze of his teeth and pull of his mouth made my pussy clench, desperate for him to fill it. Between the lace of my panties and the hard muscle of his thigh, I was getting closer. So close that I could almost…
Samkiel moved his thigh, taking away that bit of pressure that I needed. My release faded, and I whimpered and glared at him. I tugged on his hair, damn near pouting.
“Sami.” The nickname left my lips on a strangled moan of protest. I stared up at him pleadingly, not caring how I sounded.
“Sami?” Male satisfaction filled his smile. “Call me that once more.”
“Make me come, and I will.”
“Not yet.” Samkiel cupped my jaw, the kiss he gave me brief and rough. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips. “The first time you come, I want it to be on my tongue.”
