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“Gods, Dianna,” Samkiel gasped out, his hands tightening on my hips. “You feel so good.”
I could only whimper as I began to rock back against him. He was so deep, almost too deep like this, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel him, the heat of him.
Not dead. Not cold. Alive.
“Do you know how many times I have fantasized about every single part of you?”
I shook my head and lowered my shoulders to the bed, arching my back and lifting my ass, grinding back against him, wanting him as deep as possible.
Samkiel’s hand came down hard on my ass. My body jerked at the contact, a rush of liquid heat bathing his cock at the sting. My hardened nipples rubbed against the sheets, sending another wave of pleasure shivering through me.
I glanced over my shoulder as I thrust my hips backward. Samkiel’s hands flexed, and I knew I would wear the marks of his grip. We rocked back and forth in a rhythm all our own. I looked over my shoulder, pushing back hard into his thrust. Samkiel’s mouth hung open slightly, his gaze lowered, watching his cock disappear inside me. My hands fisted the sheets. With his every thrust, he hit that spot inside me, sending sharp, intense shocks of pleasure through my entire body.
“Take all of me,” Samkiel ground out through his teeth.
I slammed my ass back hard against him and cried out, my whole body trembling.
“Good fucking girl.” He groaned as he leaned forward, fisting a handful of my hair. My body arched, and I pushed up onto my hands. He held me right where he wanted me and took me harder, faster until I could only cry out his name. He hit some deep spot inside me that had me damn near sobbing with every thrust. Flesh pounded against flesh, the sound mixing with our cries of pleasure.
This was what I needed, what I wanted. To be completely owned by Samkiel, belonging to no other.
My body trembled, straining, reaching for my orgasm, the tight wet heat of my pussy clenching around him.
He yanked my hair, lifting me onto my knees and pulling me back against him.
“Choke me,” I gasped out, his every thrust driving the breath from me.
He let go of my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat. I tipped my chin up and leaned into his palm. “Harder,” I begged. I just needed to feel. He had to prove to me that this was real and I was not dreaming.
Samkiel’s grip tightened, his rings biting into my skin, and all the while, he drove into me in a steady rhythm. I felt the phantom touch of his fingers between my thighs, spreading the lips of my sex around my clit before the flick of his tongue teased at the sensitive nub.
I nearly sobbed, overwhelmed with sensation and need. Reaching back, I grabbed his thighs, needing to hold on to something.
His voice was a hot, breathy whisper against my ear. “I am the only one that gets to touch you. Fuck you. Say it.”
“Yes, you,” I cried. “Only you.”
He moved his power away from my clit, replacing it with his other hand drawing circles around my aching flesh. My cries turned into demands as he slammed into me. His rings pinched my throat as I begged him to go harder, faster. He met my every demand and more. It was too good. My pussy clenched every time he groaned, the sound intoxicating, knowing that they were because of me, for me.
“Do you want to come?”
I nodded and whimpered, feeling his hand flex against my throat.
“Beg me for it.”
“Please,” I cried, but his thrusting slowed, and that release I wanted slipped further from my reach.
“You can do better than that.”
“Samkiel!” I screamed, rocking my hips back to meet his every thrust. I could feel how close I got every time, and so could he. He withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, and his fingers stilled on my clit.
I slapped at his thigh. “Samkiel.”
He grabbed my hand and placed it where our bodies joined. I jolted at the feeling of our fingers against the swollen, ultra-sensitive flesh.
“Do you feel how wet you are for me?” He slid both of our hands to where the tip of his cock was still gripped inside of me.
I gasped and nodded, feeling my pussy clench around him, tempting him deeper.
