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“M-me, too,” she sighed, clutching at my nape. “So, Vodyan?”

“Yes, my sweetest?”

She pulled back, breathing hard, and gave me a mischievous smile with those lips I’d reddened with my kisses.

“You can’t eat me, but you could eat me out.”

Chapter 18

Zoe

I didn’t understand what happened, but I loved it. It was as if his shell, his armor, all his barriers and defenses crumbled to nothing, revealing that hungry, wildly passionate beast with an insatiable appetite—for me. It should have been scary. He was terrifyingly intense, his every touch, every kiss, every word possessive and hot, but I wasn’t afraid.

Even more, I drank that in. He fed all those places that had been undertouched, underloved, underappreciated within me, and I let it all in, greedy for more.

Out of us two, Vodyan was more touch-starved, and it shocked me how much I clung to him in turn, how much I craved his caresses. And he gave. He gave with such a generous, open hand, speaking a language I hadn’t thought him capable of.

“Oh, I’ll eat this pretty little cunt,” he promised, carrying me out of the bathroom like I was his bride. “I’ll keep eating it until I figure out how to make you come, even if that takes hours. You aren’t allowed to help me.”

My head spun, lust and confusion slowing my brain down. “What?”

“Keep still,” he said, winding his tentacles around my hips and under my armpits until I wore a corset of him.

One tentacle wrapped under my knee and pulled my leg to the side. Lightly, with an open palm, he slapped my pussy. “And don’t touch what’s mine.”

God. I couldn’t believe he was the same person as my taciturn bodyguard who barely strung three words together. And yet, it made sense, too. I heard that saying before—about the quiet ones being the worst.

He was the worst in the best possible way.

“Okay,” I choked out.

I cried out from shock when he tipped me back until I was upside down, my head and shoulders cushioned by his tentacles. He hooked my legs on his muscular shoulders, burying his nose between my thighs as he sniffed me.

“Fuck!” I choked out, too horny to be embarrassed about how I smelled.

“Yes. Very fuckable,” he spoke directly against my labia, his lips teasing me. “Very pretty.” He teased me open with a long lick. “Very delicious.”

“God!” I cried out, shaking. “You’re so… so…”

I couldn’t find the right word, and he smiled against me, his eyes sparkling electric blue between my thighs.

“It will come to you,” he said smoothly, leaning in for another long lick. “It did to me.”

It was another thing I didn’t understand, and I let it go. It was possible my brain wasn’t up to task, or maybe he spoke in a code of some sort. It didn’t matter, because his mouth sealed around my clit, sucking gently, and his tentacles slid over my breasts until each nipple was pulled into a sucker.

I arched with a shout, trying to dig my heels into his back, but my ankles were gripped by tentacles, too, and held away from his body. He held my hips in his hands, and I felt like I’d fall, drowning in the deep, wide lake of his lust to never find myself again. When I gripped the tentacle around my waist to anchor myself, he hummed around my clit.

“Grip as hard as you want, pretty thing. I’m all yours.”

I moaned, and he moaned back, unapologetic and eager as he pulled back, tasting me with long, thirsty licks. His tongue swirled around my opening until it slid in, and I arched and tried to kick my feet, but he had me completely restrained.

“Fuck,” I swore. “Please! I have to… I need to…”

But I didn’t know what I needed, I only knew that the fiery, potent tension inside me brewed too hot to handle. I’d never felt like that, had never been devoured with so much attention, never been commanded so surely.

“My delicious girl needs to come,” he spoke, using his voice sack, the sound raspy and cool. “Poor darling. Is it bad? Tell me.”

“You’re insane,” I sobbed when his suckers pulsed harder around my nipples, his mouth returning to my clit with a long swipe of his tongue.

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