Bliss
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is a Kenna/Diavolos fic set the morning after the victory banquet. It’s a response to different prompts from @violetflipflops : Because I’ve been staring at you all night and orgasm denial/edging.
Rating- NSFW
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos wake up together the morning after their betrothal.
Word- 1952
Kenna opened her eyes, waiting for the familiar of worry and dread to hit her, along with the weight of her responsibilities, but it didn’t. It took her a moment to remember why and she smiled as she remembered that it was over.
She’d defeated Azura, Luther was dead, and her kingdom was free. Yes, there was still work to do, alliances to solidify and repairs to make, but there was no more war looming ahead of her, just peace and happiness.
At that last thought, Kenna turned her gaze to the masculine arm wrapped around her, the memory of the previous night flooding her and she snuggled against the hard body holding her.
“Good morning, my love,” Diavolos whispered, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. His words sent a shiver down her spine. She could definitely get used to hearing him call her that and to waking up like this.
“Mmmm,” Kenna agreed, twisting in his arms so she could look at him.
He was lying on his side, a blanket draped around his waist so that his bare chest was exposed and he was watching her with a look of devotion that took her breath away. When she’d tried to imagine life after the war, Kenna had certainly never pictured waking up in the loving arms of a Nevrakis prince but there was no place she’d rather be.
“How long have you been awake?” She asked him, placing her hand on his face. It had obviously been a while since he’d been able to shave, so he was quite scruffy but she thought it looked good. Of course, she was pretty sure Diavolos was incapable of looking unattractive.
“Several hours,” he admitted, placing his hand on top of hers.
“Several hours?” Kenna asked in surprise.
“I’m used to getting up before the sun,” he reminded her, “it’s going to take me a while to break those habits.”
Kenna could understand that. While much of the last year had been dominated by war and the desire to reclaim her home, it had been broken up my periods of the normal duties of ruling. Diavolos had been a dedicated soldier for more than twenty winters.
“I’m also not used to sleeping next to someone,” he admitted with a rueful grin. “This is a first for me.”
“Me too,” Kenna told him, “after all, it would cause a scandal if someone was seen emerging from the Queen’s bedroom in the morning.” She placed her hands on his chest. “What’s your excuse?”
Diavolos was an incredibly handsome and charming man, so she was sure he had never lacked female companionship, and she also knew (and occasionally resented) that men didn’t face the same need for discretion that women did.
“There’s never been anyone I’d trusted enough,” he said honestly, looking deep into her eyes. “I don’t do vulnerable well, Kenna, and trust doesn’t come easily.” His words and the sincerity in his eyes left her feeling breathless.
“But you trust me.” She said quietly, biting her lip lightly.
“With my life.” He assured her, placing his hand over hers. He leaned down and claimed her lips with his, his kiss firm but gentle.
“I am reasonably certain that if you were going to pull a knife on me, you would have done it by now,” he added when they pulled apart, his hands settling on the curve of her waist.
Kenna raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you worry about?”
“There might have been an incident,” Diavolos admitted, he rubbed one of the faint scars on his chest, “I was just lucky that the cut was shallow. However, it wasn’t the most dignified moment of my life and it was months before Magnus let me live it down.”
“I bet,” Kenna said with a laugh, making a mental note to get the commander to tell her the whole story at some point. For now, though, she just leaned forward and pressed her lips to the scar, thinking that someday she would know all of them and every story. She was looking forward to that, to learning his body as well as she knew her own.
“You’re not worried about being caught with a man in your chambers this morning?” Diavolos teased, reminding of her reasons for always waking up alone.
“No,” Kenna said simply.
She knew at some point that morning they would have to formally announce their betrothal, she also knew that most of her closest friends were expecting the announcement and she believed the troops and the people would react positively. If nothing else, it would signify a strengthening of bonds between Abanthus and Stormholt and let them put the bad blood behind them once and for all.
“So if you’ve been awake for hours, what did you do?” Kenna asked curiously. She was a relatively light sleeper, so surely she would have noticed if he’d gotten out of the bed at some point. Especially given how closely they had been entwined.
“Watched you sleep,” Diavolos admitted, “thought about how damned lucky I am that you chose me.” He pulled her closer to him, so their bodies were pressed against one another. “I also thought a lot about doing this,” he kissed her again, but this time it was a deep, powerful kiss that made Kenna’s toe curls and had her clinging to him. His tongue parted her lips, roughly seeking entry and she gave it willingly, pressing her body as tight against his as possible, as they tangled together under the sheets.
“Was that worth the wait?” She teased when they pulled apart, gasping when he bit at her collarbone.
“Yes, but I’m done waiting,” he told her, tugging at her nightgown and tossing it to the side.
It suddenly occurred to Kenna that he was naked and her hands wandered down to find his hard length, taking in her hands and stroking it. She liked the way Diavolos tensed under her touch and the way his breathing suddenly became more uneven. It made her feel powerful to know that she had as much of effect on him as he did on her.
After a moment, Diavolos grabbed her hands, stilling them and forcing them above her head. “Not what I had in mind,” he whispered in her ear, suddenly shifting so that she was on her back and he was on top of her, her hands still pinned over her head.
“Oh?” Kenna inquired, gazing up at him. There was something really attractive about Diavolos’s natural dominance and she was happy to let him take the lead, knowing that he would never hurt her or do anything that she didn’t want.
Diavolos kept her hands pinned, while his free hand parted her thighs. “I thought I’d start with seeing how much you want me,” he growled in her ear as he explored her wet folds with his calloused fingers. He slipped a finger inside, then another, pumping them in and out of her at a slow, leisurely pace meant to tease. Kenna let out a little sound of frustration as she arched her hips towards his hands, desperate for more.
“Patience, my love,” Diavolos told her, “we’ll get there, but I’ve waited hours for this, so I’m going to take my time.”
He continued to work her with his fingers, keeping his pace steady, enough to bring her close but not enough to push her over the edge. Just when Kenna thought she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore and was about to beg for release, Diavolos removed his hand all together.
“Diavolos,” she whined.
He smirked and leaned down to kiss her, a long, slow kiss. He released her hands then and Kenna immediately wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him down close to her. She also threaded her leg through his, moaning a little at the contact.
Diavolos continued to kiss for a moment, his hands running through her long hair, his hips pressed close to hers, his hardness rubbing against her, so close and yet so far away.
“I wanted to taste you,” Diavolos whispered in her ear, “but I think you’re too impatient for that, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Kenna cried, as appealing as that thought was. She wanted Diavolos too much. Wanted to be one with him.
“Are you sure?” Diavolos asked, pressing kisses down her chest, his teeth grazing her nipples into hard points as he paused at her breasts, and then down her stomach and then lower… “Not even one little taste?”
“Diavolos,” she sighed, involuntarily arching her hips up into him.
He obviously took it as a gesture of agreement, because he gripped her hips with his strong hands as he explored her with his mouth, licking and sucking before plunging his tongue into her. Kenna gasped at the sensation, tugging at his hair, needing more. But again, his pace was leisurely, giving her not quite enough and too soon he pulled away.
“You taste so good,” Diavolos told her in a deep, satisfied voice, “But you feel even better. What do you want, Kenna?”
“You!” She practically screamed, her whole body feeling like it was on the edge.
“I’m yours,” he promised her, moving back up to claim her lips once more before slamming himself into her with a force that took her breath away but felt just right. Kenna wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close as her hands dug into his back. She thrust her hips up into him, desperate for completion.
However, once again, Diavolos movements were slow and deliberate. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, looking into her eyes.
“I want you,” Kenna told him, “so much.”
He sped up his pace a little and she let a little sigh of pleasure. “Tell me you need me,” he continued, tugging at her hair.
“I need you,” Kenna assured him, knowing that it was true in multiple ways.
She needed the physical release that only he could give her, but she also knew that she needed him in so many other ways. She’d known him for such a short time, but already their lives were so intertwined that the idea of life without him was painful.
He responded to her words with a powerful thrust, but then stilled as he had one last command for her. “Say you love me.”
“I love you,” Kenna said instantly, staring into his dark eyes, hoping that the look in hers conveyed just how much she loved him. It must have because Diavolos covered her lips with his again, claiming her with his mouth and at the same time he began to move inside of her again, this time much harder and faster.
It was exactly what Kenna needed and she came quickly, her cries muffled by his kiss, her nails digging into his back. Diavolos continued to thrust into her as she rode out the waves of pleasure and they had barely receded when she knew she was close again, probably brought on by the long wait. She moved in time with him, eager to come again but to bring him with her this time.
“I love you,” she said again, clinging to him.
“I love you,” Diavolos told her, “more than anything.”
He stared into her eyes as he said the words and then she felt him shudder against her as he reached his peak and it was enough to bring her over the edge again, sobbing his name as she did so, but the sound was drowned out by Diavolos groaning her name as he spilled himself inside of her.
He collapsed against her, both of them sweaty and exhausted, and Kenna held him close, loving the feel of his weight against her.
“You are amazing,” Diavolos assured her, pressing kisses all over her face, before rolling over onto his back and then settling her against him.
“So are you,” Kenna told him, feeling happy and sated and just overcome with love. She was so incredibly in love with this man who would soon be her husband.
Kenna was pretty sure that this was the best morning of her entire life, but as she gazed up at Diavolos, she had a feeling that it was only the beginning and that instead of war and uncertainty, that this was what she had to look forward to. A lifetime of love and happiness with the most incredible man she had ever met.
This was definitely worth fighting for.
– End
