Page 82 of Song of the Abyss

The mood shifted. She could feel it in the current and in the way his hand clenched at the back of her neck. With a flick of his tail, he rolled on top of her. Kelp tangled at her back, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Daios loomed above her head. All flashing colors of red that turned her entire world into a deep crimson. He licked his lips, that black tongue catching her attention because she knew the ridges on it would feel incredible.

She watched his gills flare wide, all of them. His neck, his ribs, until she could see the delicate pink membranes deep inside his body. “You smell so good,” he growled, his voice so low that it vibrated between her legs. “Whatever that scent is, I want to coat myself in it.”

“You can smell me?” That didn’t sound good. But considering the way he inhaled and arched back, she had a feeling it was a very good thing.

“Yes,” he growled. “I can smell you.”

Then he dove upon her and she knew what it felt like to be the prey. His claws skated down her body, his hand touching everything he could before she realized that he was surgically slicing the wetsuit away from her. She wanted to tell him to stop. She’d have to go back to the dome naked, but at the moment she didn’t care.

Cool water flowed over her skin, pebbling the peaks of her breasts as he pulled the fabric away from her body. He watched every inch of skin revealed as though possessed. Even his eyes consumed every bit of her.

Anya almost said something, but then he pulled the wetsuit down to her waist. His hand spasmed against her hip where he held her still and then leaned down to press one long lick against her breast. She arched into him, her back bowing as the ridges of his tongue dragged against her nipple. The growl he let out made every part of her body heat. She felt like she could boil the ocean as he drew her into his mouth and sucked.

The tip of his tongue flicked at her while his hand dug into her skin so she couldn’t think. She grabbed onto his head with both hands, holding him against her as she writhed.

Those ridges. They were so distracting. So different. So much a reminder that he was not a human man and all she wanted was to know what was so different about the rest of him.

Dragging her nails down the back of his neck, she grabbed onto whatever she could. Another low growl erupted from his chest, the vibrations making her want to dig into him harder. More.

Until he froze and pulled back. His eyes were wide as he stared down at where he touched her.

Why was he stopping? But then she looked down with him and saw little pinpricks where his claws had dug into her. Tiny tendrils of blood floated up from the holes. Little ripples, just like she’d seen in his tail.

“It’s fine,” she said, covering his hand with hers. “Daios, look at me.”

“This is what I feared.”

“Daios,” she said again, her voice sharper this time. And when he looked at her, she said, “I like it.”

His eyes were so clouded with emotion that she didn’t think he heard her.

So she said it again, this time digging his claws into her with her hand. He fought her, but she persisted. “It doesn’t hurt. I like what you do to me. This will not hurt me, you hear? I like knowing that you touched me. Just don’t drag your claws through my skin, and it’s fine.”

It really was. She didn’t mind the little salty pricks of pain. In fact, it was... thrilling. They were a reminder that she was taking an undine to her bed. He was no human man, he was something else entirely and he would take her how he wanted.

He was looking at her like he was trying to sense the lie, but then something in him gave. Those gills flared wide again, and she watched the tendrils of her blood suck into his lungs, and then he licked his lips like he could taste it.

“Good enough,” he mumbled, before he drew her wetsuit down to her thighs, then her knees, where it caught and locked her feet together. “I lose myself when you touch me, kalon.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“I want to savor you, not rush this.” He reached above her head and grabbed something. Then he lifted her arms, one by one, squeezing her wrists gently when they were over her head so she knew not to move them. He rocked over her, giving her the sight of rippling muscles as he flexed and moved. Leaning up, she licked a line from his ribs to those delicate gills.

A shudder passed through him at the same time she felt a loop of kelp wrap around each of her wrists. He tightened them until she couldn’t move her arms at all.

Then he slid down her body, a wicked glint in his eyes. “No more touching, kalon. Not this time.”

She gave the kelp a tug, surprised at how something so slippery could be so effective. But then he slid down her body, and she stopped thinking about the kelp.

He rested between her legs, his gaze on hers as he pulled her wetsuit off completely. Spreading her thighs, he made sure she was looking as he gave her one long lick between her folds. Then his eyes rolled and his lids closed.

“Gods, kalon. You taste so fucking perfect. I’ve wanted to taste you since you rode my hand.”

That ridged tongue traced every inch of her. He did not devour as she wanted him to. Instead, he took his time. He traced her. Learning every part that made her gasp or wiggle in his grasp. He hummed, that low sound vibrating his tongue as he pressed it against her clit and held it there. The vibration made a keening cry erupt from her mouth.

“Good,” he murmured against her, another long lick driving her wild. “That’s what I like to hear.”

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