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My eyes shot open. My body flushed with heat as if my insides threatened to boil. I placed my hand over my heart, trying to slow the pounding beat. I sat up and looked at Samkiel stretched out asleep next to me. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes danced behind his lids. Sleeping, dreaming, and alive. I lay back down as quietly as I could. No light showed in the dark bedroom. Sunrise was still hours away. I took a deep breath, trying to process what I’d just seen.
The last guardian is dead. No more protectors. No more peace.
I scooted closer to Samkiel, lifting his arm and tucking myself against his chest. His massive frame draped over mine as I wiggled, nestling further beneath him. His arms tightened around me as he adjusted, pulling me into the crook of his neck. I placed kisses on every part of him I could reach. Warm, heated flesh met my lips. Not gray. Not cold. Not dead. Alive.
Samkiel moaned, shifting his weight again, this time his hand curling in my hair. He pulled me back, his mouth slanting over mine.
I slid my hands over his sides, shoulders, and back. Not cold. Not dead. Alive. I kissed him harder before pulling back and whispering, “Bite me.”
His hand cupped my chin, turning my head. He lowered his head and licked at the curve where my neck met my shoulder. My breath caught, and I moaned as he bit and sucked hard enough to bruise. I just needed to know that I wasn’t dreaming, that he was not cold. Not dead. Alive! My hips rose, rubbing against him as he bit again, this time just below my collarbone.
“More,” I moaned.
Samkiel’s mouth closed over my breast, sucking and grazing my nipple with his teeth. My back arched, his hand squeezing and plucking at the other nipple. I felt his smile against my skin as he started to travel lower, but I didn’t want him like this, not this morning.
I pushed against his shoulders, and he lifted, his head cocked to the side. I grinned at him and turned, flipping onto my stomach. Samkiel groaned, realizing what I was doing. His strong, calloused hands slid over my back. I gripped the pillow under my head and lifted my ass, releasing a soft hiss when he slapped first one cheek and then the other.
“You’re so beautiful.” Heat danced across my skin in anticipation as he placed a kiss to the middle of my spine. “And all mine.”
I nodded, gripping the pillow tighter.
Samkiel nipped at my skin, leaving a trail of blazing kisses down the center of my back. His hands gripped my ass painfully tight as he moved lower. His teeth raked over one cheek, then the next, biting my flesh before his tongue swept between.
I gasped at the darkly intimate touch, moaning at the sudden sensation. My hand snaked down the front of my body to my clit. I rubbed the small bud in quick circles, moving my hips in tandem with his mouth.
He grabbed my hand and pulled it away as he rose. “Stop. That is mine next.”
A soft whimper escaped me as he gripped my hips and lifted them a fraction higher. I spread my legs wider, showing him every single part of me.
“You’re so beautiful, Dianna.”
“Hmm, you keep saying that.”
“I mean it,” he said, then his mouth descended onto my pussy. His tongue ran from my clit to my center. I buried my face against the pillow, muffling my low moans. I reached back, gripping his hair, forcing his mouth where I wanted it. His tongue speared into me, and I rocked back, pleasure tightening my belly.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Sami. I’m going to come like this.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating against my already overly sensitive flesh. Samkiel licked and sucked at my clit, every nerve so sensitive the sensations bordered on pain. This was what I needed to chase away nightmares of death and dying. I needed his touch to stave off the overwhelming dread and fear of losing someone else I lo—
Samkiel flicked his tongue just right, and my body shattered, pleasure ripping through me. He didn’t stop as I trembled, his hands gripping my hips when I tried to pull away, relentlessly drawing another orgasm from me.
I panted, aftershocks rippling through me as Samkiel rose behind me. My body wept with my release, my inner thighs wet, but I knew we weren’t done yet.
My hands snaked between my legs, reaching for him. I cupped his balls tenderly, very carefully sliding my nails over the sensitive skin before wrapping my hand around his shaft.
His groan sent another shiver through me, my body so attuned to him that even the sound of his pleasure made me pulse with need.
“Desperate are we?” he asked, his voice an octave lower and laden with hunger.
My only response was a nod and a few long, slow strokes up and down his shaft before I placed the thick crown of his cock at my entrance. I rubbed it up and down my swollen sex, coating him in my wetness.
“I need you,” I whispered, looking at him over my shoulder. And I did. I always did. It was a truth I denied for far too long.
I felt his cock twitch in my hand at those three little words. “Take me,” he demanded, his control slipping. “I am only ever yours to have.”
I rocked back, taking him inch by glorious inch. We moaned in unison when he was fully seated. I clenched around him, adjusting to the fullness, welcoming the burn.
