Page 75 of Bind Me

“I count myself lucky every day that I’ve found you.” His mouth moves, and I hear his voice—muffled as though it’s filtered through layers of the ocean.

It’s strange hearing him so clearly down here. My parents always told me not to speak underwater, something mermaids didn’t do, apparently. I have no idea if they were lying or why they said that, except that it was frowned upon by them. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I try to answer.

“Do you often speak underwater?” I ask, feeling the words more than hearing them echoing in my ears.

He shrugs, the motion causing small ripples in the water around us. He grins, making me think he’s heard me, and it’s not just in my head.

“Not often enough for my liking,” he replies.

I smile at the novelty of speaking this way when the tip of his tentacle limb strokes the length of my spread pussy.

I shudder, clinging to him, and an unexpected force of a tentacle pushes in past my entrance.

“Kaden,” I gasp, stiffening all over, unable to focus on anything but the way he pushes into me.

He’s staring at me. “I’m going to give you a mind-blowing underwater orgasm. You can show me your thanks later, gorgeous.”

I’m moaning rather than protesting. The sensation of those suckers inside me brings a whole different level of excitement than I ever expected.

“How does it feel?” he asks, watching me like a starved predator. “I feel every sensation of my limbs, you know.”

I’m writhing, sensing him moving deeper inside me and his girth stretching me.

“Kaden, this is so unfair,” I manage when one of his suckers perfectly attaches itself to my clit. A scream flies from my lips, and he’s holding me, his smile practically reaching his eyes.

I’m floundering, nipples tight. I’m burning up, floating, and completely losing control. Kaden smirks at seeing me falling apart. His gaze trails up and down my body, pausing on my spread legs where his tentacle is fucking me, pushing in and out. Another sucks down on my clit, while others are gently moving over my body… one pushing into my mouth, another moving to my ass.

He’s filling me up, and he’s so aroused that I don’t miss the way his huge cock twitches for attention.

Kaden floats in front of me, eyes glazed over, enjoying me being tentacle-handled. There’s utter elation on his face, intent in his gaze.

“I want to own every inch of you, fuck every hole.”

Shaking ferociously in his hold, I can’t speak. I’m lost in the beautiful way the sucker on my clit pulls down on me. My hips are rocking, meeting the rhythm plunging into me. I never expected to fall victim to arousal in front of Kaden while he got off on it.

My pussy quivers… every inch of me does. My hands grasp his arms as he still holds me by my waist. I feel incredibly vulnerable while drowning in overwhelming ecstasy.

I keep adjusting, writhing, mostly to accommodate him pushing into me. I’m at his mercy, exactly where he wants me.

He thrusts that tentacle into me, my control completely vanishing, and he’s missing his own arousal. I’m glowing, especially between my legs, unable to deny that being taken by his limbs leaves me weak and pleading for more.

“Told you that you’d never forget being with me,” he grins just as my crescendo peaks, and an orgasm crashes through me.

I scream, his tentacle slipping from my mouth as I thrash and fall apart. I come harder than I ever remember doing. Kaden’s growling once more, leaving his limb inside of me, those suckers never pausing.

“You’re so beautiful when you come. One day soon, I’m going to marry you.”

My stomach does a small lurch at his words, while I’m ruined, collapsed in his embrace, panting from the sensation of soaring through the sky. Except his words, they stay with me, pressing down on me… His pushiness to commit, to control, is lighting up my insides for a very different reason.

He’s the king of the sea, the man of my dreams, yet I’m freaking out every time he talks about any kind of commitment.

As I wriggle from him, he finally pulls out, his limbs releasing me, and I’m floating on my own, already missing him. Except my head’s all over the place.

His forehead furrows, and those bright eyes darken. “Sasha, what’s going on?”

I’m swimming backward from him, but I know he’s not finished with me. He never is.

“I can’t,” I manage, my voice trembling. “This is going too fast. The things I feel are happening too quickly.” All I can think about is how much love my parents had for one another and how fast my mom became a siren, destroying our lives. What if it’s in our bloodline to be more susceptible to becoming one?

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