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He grinned against my lips before taking my mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. I tasted every bit of the pleasure he’d taken from me on his tongue. I reached between us and grasped his cock, his size giving me pause. He was long and thick, my fingers not meeting around his girth. It jerked in my hand as I stroked the silken length, my thumb sliding easily over the slippery tip. I broke the kiss, panting for breath as I rubbed the thick crown from my entrance to my clit and back.
Samkiel groaned, his cock pulsing in my hand. “Treacherous woman,” he growled and grabbed my hands. He pinned them above my head, holding my wrists in one big hand. Samkiel rested the head of his cock at my entrance, and I lifted my hips to meet him.
“Sami,” I whimpered.
Samkiel moved his hips back, then pressed deeper, teasing me with just the tip. My hands curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms. He entered me inch by glorious inch, slowly giving me time to adjust to the extreme stretch that his sheer size demanded of my body. The burn was a glorious ache that was both welcome and overwhelming.
“More,” I pleaded, twisting my hands in his grip, needing to touch him, needing him to go faster. “Please, Sami, I need all of you.”
He leaned over me, licking and nipping at my lips, tasting each gasped word, savoring every moan. His cock filled me, my body meeting each of his shallow thrusts with a rush of liquid, bathing him in heat, but his pace never wavered. He was going too slow when I needed him so badly.
I lifted my head and deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue with mine. When he continued his maddening pace, thrusting slowly and deeply, I adjusted my legs around his waist and used my own strength to pull him against me. I thrust my hips up as he fell, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me. I screamed at the shock of pleasure and pain.
Samkiel caught himself before he would have crushed me. We lay unmoving, and I savored the kind of connection and intimacy I never dreamed existed.
“Dianna, baby.” He stretched my name out as he moaned. “Did I hurt you?”
Hurt? Pain? All fleeting, all temporary. But this, what I felt for him? That was eternal.
“Never,” I panted, biting at his bottom lip and squeezing my muscles around the steely part of him that was lodged so deeply inside of me. “Now fuck me, please.”
He groaned so damn loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear if they hadn’t already. Fisting his hand in my hair, he took my mouth and moved his other hand to pin down my hip. His first stroke made my body arch, my scream pouring into his mouth. My nails raked down his back, tearing at his skin. He thrust again, and my body quivered around his cock, tightening in sweet welcome.
“Mine,” he moaned. “You are mine.”
“Yours,” I gasped, his claim vanquishing the ugliness of my doubts and fears, the painful echoes of rejection and loneliness. I knew they would rise again—the scar was too deep, too vicious not to—but this man kept hold of his own.
My body bent and molded to his as if he had been made for me and I for him. We fit so damn well, and nothing could compare. I’d never felt so full, so complete, so alive.
The feel of his body was like a brand. Even if my powers returned, I’d crave him more than blood.
“Dianna, baby.” His thrust was hard and hot, an exquisite burn through flesh swollen from the force of my previous orgasms. His cock moved in and out of me in a demanding rhythm that bathed me in a rich, dark heat. I bit at his shoulder, neck, and any part I could reach as he hit that perfect spot inside of me, and I damn near saw stars. “So good. You feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck. Sami.” It was a whimper, a cry, and a beg. I needed more. “Harder.”
He groaned, his fist tightening in my hair. “Fuck. Call me that again.”
“Sami,” I groaned. He growled, his next thrust making my body sing in pain and pleasure.
This joining wasn’t gentle or easy. It was furious and primal. Hard and rough with a pinch of pain, marking each other with teeth, claws, and words whispered amongst the sound of pounding flesh. Both of us were desperate to claim everything we thought we’d lost.
“Tell me you want me.” My voice came out in a breathless whisper, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his arms.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I always want you.”
“Tell me you need me.”
I needed to hear and feel it, and I didn’t care how it made me sound or if it made me weak. I was so tired of being used. Being unwanted. Being alone.
“Always.” He panted. “I can barely breathe without you, Dianna.”
I’d never felt so possessed, so indulged. Emotions ripped through my heart and soul as jolts of pleasure shot from my belly to my toes. I no longer knew where I ended, and he began. I didn’t care.
The invisible touch of his power reached between us, rubbing my clit as he thrust into me over and over again. I flung my head back and shrieked, muscles trembling from the strength of the passion that poured from me. I came hard, the most exquisite completion of pleasure, delicate muscles fluttering around his thickness, begging him to join me.
“Oh, Dianna. Baby.” He panted. “Fuck, like that. That feels so good. So good. I’m going to—”
“Yes. Please.”
