Summary: Kenna and Diavolos have a private celebration on the morning of their wedding.
The sun hadn’t yet risen over the horizon, casting a pink glow across the sky as Kenna opened her eyes. She blinked away the haze of her dream, fragments already forgotten upon the moment of waking. She glanced around her bedroom and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the sleeping figure beside her. As a leader and as a warrior, Diavolos was so fierce, so in control. But here, lying beside her and lost in sleep, he was softer, so unlike the face he showed the rest of the world. Kenna leaned over and kissed his cheek, the scruff of his stubble scrubbing her lips as she did so. He stirred under her kiss, shifting slightly before he inhaled deeply and opened his eyes.
“Good morning,” he said when he realized Kenna was watching him, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” she said with a smile, leaning over to kiss his lips. He cupped the back of her neck and held her to him, drawing out the kiss.
“What are you doing up so early?” Diavolos asked as he pulled her in against him, both of their bodies still bare from the night before.
“Watching you sleep,” Kenna admitted, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She traced the curve of his strong jaw with her fingertips and he turned his head slightly to kiss her fingers. “I can’t believe the wedding is finally here.”
“I can,” Diavolos said.
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, closing his eyes as he nestled beside her. “I always knew you’d give in eventually.”
“Hey!” Kenna protested, giving him a playful smack on the arm. “I’m the one who proposed to you.”
“Details,” he murmured, smiling even though his eyes were still closed. Kenna started to roll away but Diavolos suddenly reached out and caught her, causing her to laugh. He trapped her in a kiss and she smiled as his lips pressed against hers.
“Seriously though, Kenna,” Diavolos said when he finally broke away. “You know how I feel about you, right?”
“Like I’m just so predictable and would’ve come around eventually?” Kenna teased, but his face grew serious in spite of the joke.
“Kenna, I am so in love with you it feels like I can barely breathe,” he said. “The fact that you could have anyone and yet you chose me …”
Kenna leaned into him, cutting off his words with a kiss. She clung to him as his hands began to explore the length of her body, curving down over her shoulders, caressing the line of her back, and finally around to her front. Diavolos cupped her breast with his hand, his fingers brushing her nipple.
Kenna wrapped her leg over his hip and could feel him, already hard against her leg. She reached down between them and took him in her hand, gently squeezing along his length. He groaned at her touch. She tilted her hips towards him until she could brush his tip against her entrance. Diavolos tried to push forward but Kenna held him at bay, only letting him touch, not enter.
“Do you want me, my love?” she murmured, teasing a bit more of him inside before pulling him out.
“Yes,” Diavolos whispered, his voice husky and dry as his fingers dug into her hips before he kissed her, his tongue demanding in her mouth. Finally, Kenna guided him inside, gasping slightly as he filled her, stretched her.
“Gods, Kenna,” he murmured as she took him into her. He found a rhythm as he moved in and out of her, slower and steadier than usual, as if he had all the time in the world to make love to her. The thought occurred to Kenna as she dug her fingers through his hair that with the wedding today, maybe he did.
Kenna gently pushed Diavolos until he was lying on his back and she sat atop him, keeping their connection all the while. Diavolos grinned appreciatively at the sight of her and sat up, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to move up and down on him. He mouthed her breasts, burying his face between them before he snaked a hand between them, his fingers finding her center. Kenna moaned and let her head fall back while Diavolos fluttered his fingers over her in the way he knew drove her crazy. Kenna started to move faster, bucking her hips against him as the pleasure she felt pushed her higher and higher. Finally, she came undone, clinging to Diavolos as she cried out, her voice ringing out in her bedroom. Their bedroom.
As she was still riding the wave of her orgasm, DIavolos grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back. Kenna reached to pull him closer but he pinned her hands above her head. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he thrust into her.
“More,” she gasped in his ear. He released her hands and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his hips harder against hers. Diavolos obliged and Kenna could feel he was close, rushing closer as he pounded into her. He groaned her name as he came, burying his face in her neck. Kenna felt his teeth scrape her skin and even though he might leave a mark, she loved the idea of being marked as his, belonging to Diavolos.
He tried to keep from collapsing on her completely, breathing hard, before he finally was able to pull away from her and fall to the side. Kenna leaned over and kissed him as he trailed his fingers down her throat.
“You know, I’m glad you’re such an early riser,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“I’m glad you are, too,” Kenna retorted, poking him in the side. He caught her fingers and brought her hand up to his face, kissing her palm.
“I’m glad you’re marrying me today,” he said quietly. Kenna held his gaze for a moment before she leaned over and kissed him softly.
“I’m glad you are, too.”
