Summary: This is a follow-up piece, set immediately after Start It with a Goodnight Kiss.
Before Diavolos can kiss her again, they’re interrupted by a group of people passing by on their way out of the banquet hall. He steps away from her just before several knights from Abanthus round the corner, shouting cheerfully at Diavolos before disappearing towards the main doors. Diavolos chuckles lowly before leaning back in, pinning one of her hands to the wall behind them, his other hand threading into her hair. Kenna sighs, closing her eyes as he brings his lips to hers, then frowns as she hears another group of people making their way toward them.
“You know, my private quarters are right up the stairs,” she suggests, gripping her hands in the rough fabric of his shirt.
Diavolos grins, his fingers tightening in her hair. “I seem to recall telling you we needed to sleep.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed me then.” She takes his hand and starts pulling him towards the stairs.
“Was it that good of a kiss?”
Elbowing him lightly in the ribs, Kenna retorts, “Now that you mention it, maybe I should go to sleep.”
Diavolos yanks her close as they reach a landing, murmuring, “I thought it was an excellent kiss.”
His lips just brush over hers before he pulls back with a smirk and swings her up into his arms bridal style. Kenna laughs as he makes his way purposefully up the stairs.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” she asks.
“Somewhere we won’t be interrupted,” he answers easily.
She can’t stop kissing his neck and tugging at his hair as she directs him through the halls. He stops once, setting her down and pressing her hard into a wall, his lips demanding against hers. “Stop distracting me,” he growls.
She tries to push him in the direction of her quarters, making a faint whining noise as Diavolos smirks and refuses to budge.
“Are you going to stop?” he asks.
A slow smile crosses her face as she drags her hand down his chest and cups him unabashedly over his pants. “No,” she whispers, sliding her hand up and down over him, her mouth brushing over his neck.
Diavolos curses under his breath, leaning into her and closing his eyes. He jerks back after a minute, groaning her name. His eyes are dark, his breathing ragged as he lifts her back up and hurries them to her quarters. Kenna gets out half a laugh at his impatience before Diavolos has her back slammed against the wall, his hands roughly pulling at her clothes while he kisses her insistently. She shivers as he runs his hands over her bare skin, then tugs his shirt off and fumbles with the ties on his pants.
Diavolos chuckles as she lets her gaze wander over his naked form, his smile disappearing when she trails her fingers over his stomach and hips before wandering lower. He grabs her hand and walks her backwards, pushing her onto the bed and leaning over her. Nudging one of his thighs between hers, he threads his fingers into her hair and yanks her head to the side, biting her neck gently.
“I’ve been wanting you since I saw you,” he says in a low voice.
“Was it the dress?” Kenna murmurs, gliding her fingers down his back.
“The Nevrakis colors?” He groans at the memory, moving his lips down to suck at her collarbone.
“I would have wanted you no matter what you were wearing,” he assures her, sitting back and hauling her into his lap. “But I wouldn’t complain about you wearing it again.”
“I think Annelyse had it sent back here.” Her words end on a sharp inhale as he scoots her back and slips his hand over her core.
She whimpers at the look on his face, his eyes locked on hers as he slides his fingers in and out of her. She presses her hips into his hand, her fingers grasping his shoulders and a jolt running through her when he curls his fingers, making her come undone with a hitching breath. Kenna drops her forehead to his shoulder, wrapping her arms loosely around him while she catches her breath. Her fingers stroke over his broad frame and across the lines of his back. When she sits back, his eyes are glittering, a smug grin on his face.
“Shut up, Diavolos,” she grumbles.
Diavolos chuckles. “I didn’t say a word.”
“Your face says it all.”
“So does yours,” he teases her, laying her back down on the bed.
Kenna rolls her eyes. “Are you always this cocky?”
He laughs, then presses his mouth to hers, biting her lip and settling between her legs. “You’ll find out,” he says, groaning as he pushes into her.
She surges up to meet him as he thrusts in and out, bracing himself above her. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her fingers raking down his back. He jerks against her as she bites his collarbone, grabbing one of her hands and pinning it over her head. A moan escapes her lips as he starts moving faster and releases her hand, his fingers slipping between her legs. She gasps out his name as she comes, clenching her muscles around him and digging her nails into his back, Diavolos thrusting his hips against her rapidly and groaning out his release. “Gods, Kenna,” he pants, collapsing against her and then rolling to the side.
She’s surprised when he pulls her back against him and drops his lips to her shoulder. Kenna smiles as he wraps his arm around her waist and she threads her fingers with his. She thinks she could fall asleep this way, but she knows the whispers that will circulate if Diavolos Nevrakis is seen leaving her quarters in the morning.
“I should probably go before someone sees me,” he says, pressing another lazy kiss to her shoulder and rolling onto his back.
“Probably,” she agrees reluctantly.
When he’s dressed and about to leave, he stops and turns back, grinning at her suggestively. “After this battle is over, I think you should wear the Nevrakis dress again sometime.”
“Do you now?”
He saunters back over to the bed, gripping her hair and kissing her deeply. “I do.”
“Let’s see how well you do in battle tomorrow first,” she murmurs, threading her fingers into his hair.
Diavolos chuckles, kissing her again. “I always do well in battle.”
“Then I guess you’ll be in luck.”