Summary: Diavolos takes an observation from Kenna as a personal challenge.
“Is there a particular reason you’re taking forever tonight?”
Diavolos glances up, that playful half-smirk on his face as he oh-so-slowly unbuckles her armor.
“I believe you said the other night that I was impatient.”
“That wasn’t a complaint,” Kenna protests, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and squeezing her thighs around his as she straddles him.
After a long day of meeting with their advisors and negotiating trade routes, they’re finally alone in their bedchambers in Stormholt. The fire crackles and dances behind them, illuminating the room in an orangey-red glow. The meetings had been relatively stress-free, but neither of them likes sitting still for long, and Diavolos had taken to running his hand over her thigh under the table and murmuring how much he wanted her in her ear.
By the time they’d gotten to their chambers, Kenna was about ready to tear his clothes off, and expected he’d do the same. Instead, he’d reclined back on the bed and settled her on his lap, teasingly kissing across her neck and jawline and studiously avoiding her lips.
Diavolos grabs her hands in one of his and holds them down between them.
“I didn’t say it was a complaint,” he assures her. “But it sounded like a challenge.”
“It definitely wasn’t,” Kenna insists, struggling to free her hands.
He ignores her protests, eventually releasing his grip with a raised eyebrow and removing her armor. His fingers steadily undo the fasteners on her shirt, though he leaves it on for the time being, leaning forward to press his lips to her collarbones.
“Diavolos,” she whines, pressing her hips into his impatiently.
“Now who’s impatient?” he asks with a chuckle.
He pushes her shirt off and smoothly flips her underneath him, leaving slow, wet kisses across her shoulders, then down her chest and stomach, grunting once when she tugs at his hair. His movements are so slow and methodical that Kenna is about ready to scream. Not that she doesn’t love when he takes his time with her, but tonight, she just wants him.
Kenna sucks in a breath as Diavolos teases her nipples with his lips and his tongue, gently biting her sensitive skin.
“Yes,” she moans, closing her eyes and arching her chest up into him.
She can feel his patience starting to wane a little as his mouth moves hungrily down below her navel, his tongue dancing along her hipbones as he eases her skirt down.
“No undergarments today, my love?” Diavolos asks in a slightly strangled tone.
Kenna smiles slowly as he kisses down her thighs.
“We were running late this morning,” she reminds him, and she feels him smirk as his lips brush against her calves.
“We were,” he agrees.
She whimpers when he settles between her legs, his breath warm against her inner thighs as he slowly kisses and bites along her skin. She groans in frustration when he climbs back up over her.
“That wasn’t nice,” she grumbles.
Diavolos chuckles as he starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. Kenna swats his hands aside, pushing against his chest until he reclines on the bed next to her and she straddles him again, nearly ripping several of his buttons off in her eagerness to get him naked. He’s smirking again as he watches her, until she rolls her hips against his and sucks on his neck. His smirk fades just slightly then, his hands squeezing her hips rhythmically in time with her rocking motions.
She teasingly kisses her way down his bare chest and stomach, burning an impatient path with her lips and fingers, occasionally nipping at his warm skin. His hands wander up into her dark hair, pulling slightly as she kisses lower. He scoots down on the bed, lifting his hips as she unties his pants and pulls them down.
Diavolos is watching her with those dark eyes, his face flushed and his lips slightly parted as she takes him in her hand, squeezing slightly and twisting as she slides her hand up and down.
“Hells, Kenna,” he groans, his hands tightening in her hair.
She raises an eyebrow nonchalantly as she moves lower on the bed, pressing a kiss to his thigh.
“Are you regretting teasing me now?” she asks, glancing up at him.
“Never,” he answers, smirking at her.
Damn his self-control.
“Hmm,” Kenna murmurs, releasing her hand and rising to kneel between his legs. “That’s too bad.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Is it now?”
“Would you like to change your answer?” she asks, lowering herself just slightly over him.
“No,” Diavolos says, then easily lifts her and presses her tightly to his chest.
“Mmm,” he rumbles as he slips his hand between her legs. “It would appear you like the teasing.”
Kenna flushes, then gasps as he suddenly flips her onto her hands and knees and pushes into her.
“Oh,” she moans, rocking back against him, their movements immediately frantic and desperate.
“Diavolos,” she groans, his hands steady on her hips, hers wrapping in the sheets.
She feels her muscles start fluttering and sobs his name into the bed as he moves a hand between her legs.
“Come for me, Kenna,” he commands her hoarsely, his skillful fingers and that low tone in his voice making her eyes close tightly and pushing her over the edge.
His breathing is ragged as her muscles tighten around him and he thrusts against her shallowly a few times before he slams into her, groaning her name as he comes. He rests his palms on her back, catching his breath.
Kenna sighs as he drops onto his back next to her, opening her eyes and smiling at the satisfied look on his face as he watches her. She rolls onto her side and curls against him, his arm automatically wrapping around her, his lips pressing against the top of her head.
“Would you like to change your answer?” he says suddenly.
“About what?” she asks in confusion.
“You said your impatient comment wasn’t a challenge,” he reminds her. “Are you sure you don’t want to change that answer?”
Kenna props herself up against his chest, then grins wickedly and slides on top of him. She leans down, her lips hovering just above his, and murmurs, “Never.”