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He pumped his fingers in me slowly, teasingly, and lowered his mouth. At the first touch of his tongue against my clit, I left my body. The combination was electrifying.
I writhed beneath him, my fists bunching the fabric beside my hips. I chased my release, my muscles tensing and my toes curling, the pressure building with every flick of his tongue and slide of his fingers. He pumped harder as if he could feel me reaching. I was so close, and I hadn’t been in so long. No matter what I did or what lovers I took, no one made me feel, no one except him. My nails dug into his scalp, begging him not to stop with every gasp and moan that parted my lips. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded, only that he never stopped.
Samkiel lifted his head and flicked his tongue against my glistening flesh before saying, “I love this spot. If I curl my fingers just deep enough and apply the right pressure…”
I screamed.
“You like it, too?”
I nodded, or I thought I did. I couldn’t tell anymore. Pleasure so intense it felt like pain ricocheted from the tip of my toes to my nipples and back to my core. It was as if he controlled every fucking current in my body with his words and touch. I teetered once more on that edge of pure, unadulterated bliss, my orgasm within reach. And he took it away again.
He curled his fingers deep inside of me. “Use your words, Dianna.”
“Yes!” I moaned, my hands covering my breasts. I squeezed and pinched my nipples. “Gods, yes. I love everything you do to me.”
Hunger burned in Samkiel’s eyes as he watched me, the glow almost as bright as the candles. His tongue swept across my clit before he lowered his head and moaned against my swollen flesh, the sound vibrating through the ultra-sensitized bundle of nerves. Pure ecstasy was the only way to describe what I felt. My heart raced, and my breath was coming in small sobs. I gripped his hair, holding his mouth right where I wanted it. I was so close. I just needed a bit more, but Samkiel lifted his head, and his fingers stilled, ripping it from my grasp.
I let out a small scream of frustration and slapped his shoulders. Samkiel laughed and twisted his fingers inside of me. He knew damn well what he was doing, edging me toward my release and taking it away.
I whimpered. “Stop teasing me.”
Samkiel’s lips curved in a smile against my flesh, and I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.
“Ask nicely.” He curled his fingers, hitting that small spot inside of me with unerring accuracy. I yelped, my back arching.
“Please, please, please!”
“Good girl.”
He fell on me, feasting, demanding everything from me. I felt it then, that spark of energy he controlled inside of me. My body bent and burned for him, sweat slicking my skin. The pressure in my core tightened. For the first time in months, I felt something. My pussy quivered around his fingers, and my moans became begs, knowing I was about to come.
“That’s my girl,” Samkiel groaned against my clit. “Come for me.”
I screamed, pleasure ripping through my entire being. It was so intense I nearly blacked out. The room spun, and I gasped for air as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. Samkiel palmed my ass with his free hand and lifted me, holding me against his mouth, my body trembling uncontrollably. He didn’t stop. Thank the gods, he didn’t stop.
“Sami. Sami. Sami.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming and didn’t care. He’d withheld my orgasm for so long, and now it wouldn’t stop.
Damned bastard, indeed.
It felt as if I had no control over my body. My legs were shaking, draped limply over his shoulders. I tried to push him away with trembling hands. Was this why he’d asked me if I wanted to stop? Could I die from pleasure? My heart felt like it was going to burst. He set every nerve ending I had on fire. I had never felt nor experienced an orgasm as hot and blinding as this. My body was his. It always had been.
Samkiel finally lifted his head, gently withdrawing his fingers from my pussy. I moaned at the emptiness, already craving more. I struggled to find the strength and finally managed to open my eyes. He shifted, laying my legs on the bed as he rose to his knees between my splayed thighs. He watched my sweat-drenched body twitch, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. My core tightened at the smug look of male pride carving his beautiful features, and I had no comment, not a single one. He’d earned every bit of that arrogance.
“So deprived, my Dianna.”
No words, I had no words. I only nodded, or I thought I did.
Samkiel reached for the edges of his shirt, and I sat up. He rolled his shoulders, slipping it down his arms. My hands splayed against his sides, his muscles twitching beneath my touch. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over his nipple before gently biting down. He groaned, his hips jerking.
I slid my hands over the ridged lines of his abdomen, feeling the muscles flex. My fingers found the button on his pants, and I ripped them open. He was hard against my palm but slippery with a thin coat of moisture. Had he already come? My eyes met his, confusion furrowing my brow.
Samkiel pushed me onto my back and slipped his pants down over his hips. He leaned over me and kicked them off. “I could come a thousand times over listening to you beg and those naughty little sounds you make.” My breath hitched, and I parted my thighs wide, cradling him as he settled atop me. “And I plan to.”
The thick length of his cock settled against my swollen sex, and I couldn’t hold back my whimper. I writhed against him, rocking my hips. “I don’t think I can come anymore, Sami.”
He smiled, kissing my cheek, the tip of my nose, and then my lips. “Yes, you can. I’ll show you.”
“Arrogant ass.”
