All I Want is You
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos ring in the New Year. Modern AU.
Words- 1234
As much as Kenna would like to spend New Year’s Eve at home alone with Diavolos watching movies and making out on the couch, she knows that’s not an option. They’ve both been invited to dozens of functions full of important people and they choose one at random, Kenna’s only criteria being that they pick one where no other members of the Nevrakis family will be present.
“Having fun, darling?” Diavolos whispers in Kenna’s ear about an hour before midnight, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist.
“Not really,” she admits, leaning into him. She’s reminded of all the time he asked her a similar question back when their relationship was secret and how it always lead to them going home together.
“Want to get out of here?” He asks now with a charming grin, the question still a whisper but there’s no hiding how close he’s standing to her or the suggestive heat in his dark eyes.
“We have to stay until midnight,” Kenna reminds him, though she desperately wants to be alone with him.
Diavolos doesn’t protest, instead, he simply holds out his hand. “Dance with me, then?”
Kenna nods and he leads her onto the dance floor, holding her tight against him as they move to the music. He’s holding her closer than she would have dared let him a month ago and closer than can truly be considered appropriate, but she no longer cares what other people think.
Kenna can feel people watching them as they dance, but she’s not surprised. They’ve been the source of gossip for the last two months since they announced their engagement and the wedding that quickly followed. Luther Nevrakis’s favorite son and the Rys girl putting aside the years of bad blood between their families to make a life together.
Kenna knows that some people think that one of them is playing the other for business reasons while others are casting them as star-crossed lovers whose story is doomed to end in disaster, and others still who think the story is romantic and are genuinely rooting for them.
Mostly, she tries not to think about other people and just focus on Diavolos. Other people won’t determine their story, only she and Diavolos can do that. So, she ignores the looks and the whispers and just enjoys being in Diavolos’s arms.
They dance for a little while and then they mingle, Diavolos never leaving her side, and finally, it’s time for the countdown.
“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1… Happy New Year!!!”
Diavolos pulls her tight against him, his lips warm and firm as they claim her in a deep kiss. Kenna clings to him for a moment before that they are in a crowded ballroom and she reluctantly pulls away.
“Can we leave now?” Diavolos whispers in her ear, his hand resting on her back.
Kenna simply nods. She knows how it will look, them leaving right at midnight, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t owe anyone an explanation, besides what’s wrong with wanting to be alone with the man she loves? Besides, they are still newlyweds.
Diavolos whisks her out of the ballroom and into a cab and then before she knows it they’ve arrived back at their apartment.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Diavolos has her in his arms and is kissing her with a passionate intensity that takes her breath away. Kenna returns his kiss with equal passion, not protesting when he undoes the zipper of her strapless gown and it falls to her feet. Her bra and underwear quickly follow and she’s standing bare before him.
His hands and mouth are everywhere as Diavolos maneuvers them across the room to the couch. He pushes her back so that she’s sitting on the couch and then he positions himself in front of her, his big hands pushing her thighs apart as his mouth leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down her chest and stomach.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he tells her, “I can’t believe that you are mine.”
He puts a lot of emotion into that last word and Kenna knows that he’s thinking about how long he had to wait to be able to claim her publicly.
“I am,” she assures him, “mind, body, and soul.”
Diavolos crushes his lips against hers, his body leaning over her as he pins her to the couch. As he continues to kiss her, Kenna reaches out and undoes his pants, pushing them down over his hips, and then she runs his hands over his still-contained erection. It occurs to her that she is completely naked and Diavolos is fully dressed and there’s something so incredibly hot about that.
“Since I’m yours, I think you should take me,” Kenna declares in a throaty voice, gazing up at Diavolos and hoping he can see the complete and utter devotion in her gaze.
He swallows hard, his eyes dark with desire. “Get on your knees,” he says roughly as he tugs his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard cock and taking it in his hand.
Kenna watches him for a moment, letting herself appreciate the sight, before complying, her hands gripping the back of the couch. She can feel Diavolos lining himself up behind her and he grips her hips before slamming himself into her.
“You feel so fucking good,” he mutters, pressing kisses along the back of her neck.
“So do you,” Kenna moans as he thrusts hard against her, his hands moving from her hips to her breasts. His movements are fast and frantic, practically pounding her into the couch, but it’s exactly what she needs and it’s not long before she’s coming, her fingers digging into the leather of the couch as she does so.
“That’s it, baby,” Diavolos encourages, his voice hoarse with need, “you are so fucking beautiful when you come and you feel so good. Fuck Kenna, I’m so close.”
He grabs her hair, twisting her head so that he can kiss her as he shudders against her in release. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and then climbs off of her, sinking down on the couch beside her. He kicks his pants and underwear off and then pulls her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms.
“That’s quite the way to welcome in the new year,” Kenna comments, feeling happy and stated. She smiles up at him. “Do you have any new year’s resolutions?”
“I don’t make resolutions, baby,” Diavolos replies with his signature smirk, “besides I know I want from this year: you.”
“That’s what I want too,” Kenna agrees happily, “my only wish for this year is to spend it with you.”
“That’s not a wish, baby, that’s a sure thing,” Diavolos tells her arrogantly, “after everything I went through to make you mine, I’m never ever letting you go.” He kisses her again, his hands tangling in her hair.
“Before we start on round two, maybe you should take off your shirt and jacket,” Kenna teases, her hands playing with one of his buttons.
Diavolos grins and quickly shed his clothing, tossing it carelessly to the floor. “Sorry baby, I wanted you too much to wait.”
He stands up suddenly, pulling her up with him, cradled securely in his arms.
“Where are you taking me?” Kenna asks as she wraps her arm around his neck.
“Our bedroom, because this time I plan on taking my time with you,” Diavolos tells her, his dark eyes warm and full of promise.
- End
