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“Yes,” I said haughtily.
His chest vibrated as he chuckled, and I knew he remembered the words he had spoken to me weeks ago. That egotistical grin didn’t leave his lips as he folded his arms behind his head, the muscles of his biceps bunched as if he had to struggle to keep himself from disobeying.
I lifted my hands to the buttons of the shirt I wore, undoing them one by one. Samkiel’s eyes followed every movement I made as if he was memorizing each inch of skin I bared. I reached the last button and let the damp shirt slip from my shoulders.
My hair fell in waves around me, covering my breasts. Samkiel reached up to move my hair out of the way, but I playfully slapped his hand.
“No. You don’t touch me until I say so.”
I watched his eyes go molten silver and his tongue shift behind his teeth as he smirked. He was new to being told what to do. I blamed it on his crown more than anything, but I was in control right now, and he seemed to enjoy it. I felt him throb and harden even more beneath me.
I reached between us, stroking at his length. He groaned as my thumb ran along the sensitive underside and swept over the head, spreading the bead of moisture that gathered at the tip. His cock jerked in my hand.
“I haven’t even really touched you yet, and you’re already throbbing for me.”
“You don’t have to touch me for that. Everything about you is enticing.”
The smile I flashed him was downright devious before I slid down his body and lowered my head. I lapped at the head of his cock, tasting the drops of moisture that gathered there, but I did not take him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking and his hand fisting in the comforter. “Please, Dianna.”
I denied him, my tongue swirling over the thick crown again. He growled and thrust against my mouth. I teased him, licking and kissing at every inch of him, up and down the heavy shaft, exploring the thick vein that pulsed against my lips while never taking him fully in my mouth. I grew hotter and slicker with every hushed moan and curse that slipped past his lips.
His eyes fixated on me, hot and predatory, and I looked up at him through the veil of my lashes, smiling as I took another long lick from base to tip. I dipped low again, my tongue sliding over his balls in a long, slow, luxurious lick. His cock twitched in my hand.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” He groaned and fisted the sheets with one hand, draping his other arm over his face.
“Yeah?” I asked, lapping up the shaft. I swirled my tongue over the head before placing a kiss to the tip and then another against the sensitive underside.
He jerked beneath me, every muscle in his arms, abdomen, and legs tight and straining.
“Suck me, Dianna.”
I smiled, his cock resting against my lips. “No.”
His groan sent molten heat to my core. “Please.”
I ignored him, flicking my tongue once more.
“Do you wish for me to beg? I’ll beg.” Samkiel panted.
My hand stroked him idly, continuing my torture.
“Kings don’t beg.”
His hips thrust helplessly. “I will for you.”
“Yeah?” I asked. My grip tightened at the base of his cock, flicking my tongue teasingly against his shaft.
“Yes,” Samkiel hissed.
“Tempting, but no.”
He groaned, his arms flexing as he practically wrapped them around his head, trying to keep himself from touching me.
“I think I could make you come like this.”
He nodded, his storm-colored eyes burning bright silver.
