“Sami.” The nickname left my lips on a strangled moan of protest. I stared up at him pleadingly, not caring how I sounded. “Sami?” Male satisfaction filled his smile. “Call me that once more.” “Make me come, and I will.” “Not yet.” Samkiel cupped my jaw, the kiss he gave me brief and rough. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips. “The first time you come, I want it to be on my tongue.”
