Melt Into You
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am done.
Author’s Notes- This is a rewrite of the Chapter 9 airship scene and the first 200 words or so of dialogue are adapted from the book. I love that scene, it’s probably my favorite Choices scene and while I understand why they went with a kiss, I couldn’t resist expanding on that scene and the incredible chemistry and instant connection between Kenna and Diavolos.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos’s passionate airship kiss leads to an even more passionate encounter.
Words- 1346
Kenna leaned up and grabbed Diavolos by the collar, pulling into a kiss. It was a light kiss, offered mostly out of impulse and Kenna could feel him smile against her lips.
“Oh. So it’s like that?” He asked her teasingly.
Kenna pulled back a little and looked up at him seriously. “If you want it to be.” She wondered if she’d misread the way he’d been looking at her, had imagined the chemistry between them.
However, Diavolos’s arm immediately encircled her waist, his free hand twining in her hair as he held her tight against him, his lips claiming hers in a hungry kiss. Kenna responded eagerly, pressing her body against his, eager to feel as much of him as possible.
Finally, they broke apart, both of them flushed and breathless. Diavolos let out a little laugh and Kenna thought it might be the nicest sound she’d ever heard. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” he confessed, stroking her cheek.
It was Kenna’s turn to laugh, not wanting to admit that she felt the same way, “that might have made the dinner party more interesting.”
“Definitely,” Diavolos agreed with a smirk.
“It’s probably good you waited though,” Kenna added, trying not to imagine Luther’s reaction to that, and then smiled up at him, “however there’s nothing stop you now.”
Diavolos eyes darkened at her words his hold on her waist tightening. “No, there’s not,” Diavolos agreed, lowering his mouth to hers again. This kiss was even more demanding than the previous one and Kenna was glad that his arm was around her, because she wasn’t sure she would actually be able to stand on her own.
“Hells the things I want to do to you,” Diavolos muttered against her lips, sending a shiver down Kenna’s spine.
The rational voice in her head tried to point out all the reasons why it was a bad idea: they were going to fight a dragon the next day, it was a small airship and probably not sound proof and people had seen her invite him to her room to talk and if he stayed too long it would be obvious why, plus he was a Nevrakis. All those reasons meant she should pull back and call it a night and file the last few minutes away as a lapse in judgment.
However, she didn’t; instead, she gazed up at him and smiled coyly. “What’s stopping you?”
Diavolos groaned. “Are you sure?”
“I am,” Kenna answered honestly. Despite all the reasons she knew she shouldn’t do this, she was absolutely sure that this was what she wanted.
That was all Diavolos needed to know before his mouth was descending on hers again, his hands starting to tug at her armor. Kenna pulled at his clothes with equal desperation, the two of them only breaking their kiss long enough to get fully undressed and then Diavolos was lifting her into his arms and towards the bed.
“I guess it’s a good thing your bed is bigger than mine,” he told her with a grin as he settled them both on the bed on their sides, facing one another.
“Mmmm…” Kenna agreed, sighing as Diavolos big hands parted her thighs and explored her wet folds. She gasped as he slipped two fingers into her, pumping them in and out at a dizzying rate.
“Like that?” Diavolos asked with a confident grin. Kenna had a feeling that he knew exactly how much she liked it.
“M—may—maybe,” Kenna gasped, the words coming out in a pant.
Suddenly Diavolos pulled his hand away. Kenna whined at the loss. “This is going to be better,” he promised her as he flipped her onto her back and then he was inside of her.
He was right, this was better. As good as his fingers had felt, it didn’t compare to the feel of having him inside of her, the way he stretched and then filled her completely. Diavolos gave her a moment to adjust and then he began to thrust and Kenna arched her hips against his eagerly. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, causing him to go deeper and Kenna moaned at the sensation. It felt so good. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
Diavolos’s hand was on her hip as he continued to thrust into and he leaned down and kiss her again and Kenna responded eagerly. Loving the feel of his tongue in her mouth and him hard inside of her. His mouth muffled any cries she might have made, which was good given their location, until finally Kenna couldn’t take it anymore and she came, digging her nails into her palms at the intense sensations she was feeling.
She felt Diavolos stiffen and could feel him withdrawing, and guessing why she wrapped her free leg around his waist, anchoring him in place. “There’s no risk of pregnancy,” she gasped and there wasn’t, thanks to the anti-pregnancy herbs that Annelyse insisted she take. She didn’t know why, but she wanted him to come inside her, wanted to share that moment of complete and utter intimacy with him.
He obviously felt the same because Diavolos began to thrust into her again, quickening his pace so that he was practically slamming into her and Kenna wondered if it was going to be enough to make her come again. At that moment, Diavolos slipped his free hand, his other one still gripping her hip, between them and began to rub at her sensitive nub, the sensation enough to bring Kenna to the brink again.
Diavolos gave another powerful thrust and then came inside of her, groaning her name into her mouth as he did, and bringing her with him. She clenched around him, overwhelmed by the intensity of this moment and how very intimate it was.
Diavolos collapsed against her for a moment, panting for breath, before quickly rolling onto his back, panting, sweat covering his gorgeous face. “That…”
“Yeah,” Kenna agreed weakly.
To her surprised he gathered her in his arms, pulling her tight against him and placing a tender kiss on the top of her head. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from him, this whole encounter was so expected, but this sweet affection wasn’t it, not from a Nevrakis, and it was a little overwhelming. Especially how right it felt.
Kenna closed her eyes, just savoring the moment and wishing she could stay in this place forever. Just her and Diavolos. No dragons to battle, no wars to fight, and no ugly family history to keep them apart. Of course, all those things did exist and this moment couldn’t last forever, as it was Kenna knew she’d be facing some curious (and possibly disapproving) looks from her friends.
After a long moment, Diavolos sighed, “I should probably go back to my quarters if we’re going to battle a dragon tomorrow.”
Kenna nodded, knowing he was right. “Yes.”
He tilted her face towards him and kissed her deeply and then he gently pulled away and got out of the bed. Kenna moved to get up as well, but he stopped her.
“Stay,” he encouraged, his expression almost tender as he looked at her. “I can see myself out.”
Kenna nodded, though she raised herself on one elbow, watching as he dressed and wondering what happened next. “Diavolos…”
“Can we have this conversation later?” He asked quietly. “Preferably after we avoid becoming dragon food?”
Kenna smiled. “Ok.”
“And then we can also discuss a repeat performance,” he added with a grin.
Kenna just laughed, though she had to admit that a repeat performance sounded very good.
“Goodnight Kenna,” Diavolos told her before he reached for the hatch and climbed down the ladder.
Kenna watched him go and then leaned back against the pillows, wondering what had just happened and where she went from here. She had just bedded Luther’s favorite son, that had to have been a bad idea, but if so why did it feel so very, very right?
- End
