Page 15 of Kissing the Kelpie

I’m losing control. My body yearns to feel him inside me. To, as he says, couple with him and become one. The intimacy between us in those moments did feel like we were connected so deep, we were one person.

My pleasure fed off of his. His pleasure fed off of my pain. The awkward part came after the fact, when the speaking started. Now, I want to return to that thoughtless ecstasy.

“And you liked it.” His hands at the top of my thighs press against my legs, spreading them apart.

I nod, my eyes tearing. “Fine. I liked it.” The way his eyes pierce into mine, it’s like he knows what I’m thinking and can read not only my thoughts, but my soul. I’m torn.

“Please, Masha. Don’t fight what’s happening between us. Let it happen.” His head dips between my legs, and his tongue slides across my seam.

“Ooh!” I cry out, tangling my fingers in his damp hair. “Okay. You don’t have to trick me for sex. I give it to you willingly.” I shake my head, sniffling. “But that’s all there is between us.”

“There’s so much more than sex.” He slides his naked body over mine, dragging the baseball bat he carries between his legs to my pussy and waking every nerve ending along the way. Rubbing his nose against mine, he smiles, and warmth fills my body. “I want to spend the next thirty years with you, raising our children.”

Oh my stars, I melt inside. Why am I pushing him away? Why can’t I accept what he’s willing to give and make the best of it? “I already have a child.”

“She is beautiful, like her mother.” Instead of the fact that he knows anything about my daughter flashing red lights, I see green ones. “I promise I will cherish her in the ways of my people. All children are special and should be cherished, even if they were sired by someone else.”

I allow my body to sink into the ground beneath me, hot, wet, and a mixed bag of emotion. For every reason I have not to trust him, he counters with some incomprehensible reason why I should.

And I do trust him. Even though I know I shouldn’t. He knows things he shouldn’t. I did fantasize about touching him, kissing him, getting lost in him. How can he possibly know so much about me when he doesn’t know me at all?

“Your bracelet is a match to my necklace. Whoever holds my necklace can control me.” Kneeling between my legs, he takes the silver-looking chain off and holds it as if he means to place it on me. He waits without moving for me to sit up and allow him to fasten it around my neck.

“I can control you now, because I’m wearing your necklace? Is that how you plan to control me? You expect me to offer you the bracelet?”

He takes my head between his large hands and presses his salty lips against mine again and again. “No. And I wouldn’t accept it even if you did,” he says, breathless. “Now, please, Masha. I’m hurting. I need to be inside you. If I don’t take you now, I’m afraid when I do, I might lose control.”

Chapter 10

Dripping with sweat, Finn cradles my head in his hands after he cums for the third time in less than so many hours. Me, I’ve never been so sore, not even after I gave birth.

I feel used and abused—everything down below aches and burns. I lost count of how many times I flew to that euphoric height of unyielding bliss. Each time was better than the last. I’m going to pay for this for weeks. It might be a month before I can walk right again.

“There’s no way you can keep at this pace for seven days,” I say as he leans his forehead against mine, then kisses my nose. It’s amazing how raw and animalistic he is when he’s fucking me, in contrast to how sweet and tender he is after the fact, in the few minutes he allows me to recover.

“I’m only stopping betweentimes to give you a chance to catch your breath. I waited twenty-nine years to find you. I need to fill you up over and over again to make sure you’re with child.”

I run my hands through his dripping wet hair. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been going at it non-stop that he’s sweating so much or what, but his hair doesn’t seem to dry.

“What if I’m not pregnant after seven days? It’s more complicated than how often you have sex. Will you run off to find some other woman to knock up?” He looks at me questioningly. He doesn’t understand the term. “Impregnate?” I clarify. “How do you not know what knock-up means? Where are you from?”

He looks away with a shy smile on his face. “There is no other woman I want to be with. If you haven’t conceived in the seven days, I’ll go off and fight a worthy opponent for land and gain battle scars. That way, when I return to you, I’ll be man enough to impregnate you.”

I blink a few times. Is he crazy? “Are you a ghost?” That would explain a lot, along with his very old-fashioned way of thinking about men, women, and babies. “Did you die like a hundred years ago? Fighting for land isn’t something men do anymore. I mean, they do in wars, but that’s not how you mean it, is it?”

“No, it isn’t. I never quite fit in on the island I was raised on, so my parents kept me hidden away.” He grabbed a chink of my shattered heart.

“Aww, Finn.”

“I had a very sequestered existence on the island, so I didn’t fight as much as the other children growing up. They battled their parents and hunted for food.” He says, making it sound as if he missed out on cotton candy and unicorns. “And I’m a vegetarian, which is seriously frowned upon. Maybe these things keep me from truly crossing over into manhood—”

“GET THE HELL OFF OF HER, KELPIE!” The thunderous voice roars, and Finn is pulled from me.

“Em, no!” I scream.

Ignoring me, he struggles with Finn, attempting to tie something around Finn’s head. Finn is no weakling. He holds his own until Em forces his mouth open by squeezing his cheeks and shoves something between his teeth.

Finn squeals in pain.

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