The Throne of Broken Gods (Gods & Monsters, #2)

by Amber V. Nicole

“Dianna,” he cupped my cheek, the heat of his palm rough against my skin, “there are no ugly parts or pieces of you, and I care about them all, broken or not.”

“I hurt you, punishing you for someone else’s mistakes, and I’m sorry. I couldn’t push Gabby away, but I can you. It wasn’t fair. I just,” I paused, forcing out the words that broke my heart, “I just didn’t want to stick you with a horrible life, too.”

I hoped he could see that and understand what he truly meant to me.

“Dianna,” he paused, seeming to gather his words, “there is no life with you in it that would be horrible. Horrible is living without you.”

“Thank you for apologizing and bringing me here. If you wish to stay here all night and talk, we can, or if you wish to sit in silence, we can do that, too.”

He was so sweet and kind, and I didn’t deserve it, not one damned bit. But I wanted it, and I was going to take it.

You left me so easily the last time I was this close to you, Dianna. I cannot do that again. I refuse to risk losing you. We will not do this without you knowing what it means.”

“I need you to understand what you’re doing. What you are asking for. I know what I said before about you using me, but I lied. The second I touch you, once I take you completely, there will be no other. I will not share you. There will be no other lovers. I am not Kaden. I will demand you and only you. Do you understand? You mean too much to me. If we do this, you are mine, and I will not share you.”

Fear churned in my gut at the hope that rose in my heart. Gods, this man could destroy me.

“I understand.” “Good.”

My skin was aching to be against his.

“The yellow and blue ones caught your eye that night in the garden as we walked. They were the only ones you reached out to touch.”

“You deserve something nice, my Dianna.”

My Dianna

“My Dianna,” he whispered against my lips before pressing kisses to the tip of my nose, my cheek, and then my brow.

This was everything I wanted but had always been too afraid to hope for because I knew it was out of my reach. I never got sweet gestures, flowers, or romantic poetry. Yet here Samkiel was, making my dreams come true. My heart swelled so much it damn near burst.

“You deserve to be worshiped like the goddess you are,” he said, pressing another kiss to my brow. “I’m n...

“I do not want a quick fuck from you, Dianna. I am very serious about my intentions.”

His eyes met mine, and I didn’t need my powers to know that something monumental between us was about to change. It felt like the world knew it and held its breath in anticipation.

“Do you want me that badly?” My lashes lifted just a fraction, just enough to see him through the thick veil. “Yes.”

“Red?” he asked, glancing at my toes. I nodded, biting my lip. “You said it was your favorite.”

“Craving something, my Dianna?”

“Tell me what pleases you, Dianna.” His teeth tugged at my earlobe, sending shocks of pleasure to my lower belly. “Tell me what you crave, what you need. Tell me what you like so I can do it better than anyone you’ve ever had.” “You. Just you.”

“Absolutely perfect,”

“Sami.”

“Sami?” Male satisfaction filled his smile. “Call me that once more.”

“The first time you come, I want it to be on my tongue.”

“There’s my girl,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

“You taste so good, baby. I could stay here forever.”

It was Samkiel. It had always been Samkiel. Nothing would ever be the same again.

“Use your words, Dianna.”

“That’s my girl,” Samkiel groaned against my clit. “Come for me.”

“Sami. Sami. Sami.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming and didn’t care.

My body was his. It always had been.

“So deprived, my Dianna.”

“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.

“Ne...

“Mine,” he moaned. “You are mine.” “Yours,”

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, ...

“Tell me you want me.”

“I always want you.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Always.” He panted. “I can barely breathe without you, Dianna.”

I no longer knew where I ended, and he began. I didn’t care.

“Oh, Dianna. Baby.”

“Dianna.” He said my name like a prayer,

he protected me.