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My thighs clench.

He unfastens the front of his pants, and his cock springs free, already huge and heavy and erect. The smaller piercings on the underside catch the light, and the bigger metal ball mounted above stirs with a zing of magic in the air.

In one practiced move, he strips the pants from his legs and stands. His confident strides carry him to the pool quickly, the thick muscles of his quadriceps flexing. My mouth goes dry as he looms over me. He leans over to set a hand on the rim and levers his entire body down into the water without needing to sit. It’s the kind of easy muscle control you expect from Olympic gymnasts who’ve practiced the move for years, not something done off the cuff. His strength is unbelievable.

And hot as hell.

His huge hands palm my butt, and he lifts me easily from the water, setting me on the edge, spreading my legs wide. Then he sinks, dragging his tusks down my front in a teasing glide until his mouth hovers between my thighs.

The first long lick makes me quiver. He meets my eyes and licks his lips. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined.”

Then Sturrm’s mouth closes over my clit in a flash of sensation that makes me scream.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Sturrm

Selena’s yells echo off the cavern walls as I continue to lick and suck her sensitive nub. Fuck, she’s not even coming yet, and she’s already enjoying this more than any other woman I’ve ever been with. I should have known her enthusiasm and joy for life would extend even here. Her responsiveness is heady, and I’m already addicted. I’ll never get my fill.

“Sturrm,” she cries out, her little hands tugging on my hair in time with her words. “Sturrm, Sturrm, Sturrm.”

A grin stretches my cheeks as I flick my tongue harder, lapping at her sweet juices. I circle a finger around herentrance, the greedy little mouth of it opening and closing and begging me to enter.

“Such a pretty little baby girl, waiting to be filled.” I slide my finger in and out, loving the soft velvet heat of her walls surrounding me. “I’m going to stuff this lush body of yours with my cock, ride you until you truly scream my name.”

She moans, clenching even tighter at my words.

My cock jumps at her excitement, the hot water swirling around it in a way that’s delicious. Goddess, to taste her, to touch her like this. I may never get enough. She’s pure bliss given womanly form, young and sweet and the most temptation I’ve ever faced.

Is it any wonder I’m unable to resist?

A snide voice at the back of my mind reminds me that she doesn’t want me, not truly. She was careful to ensure I wouldn’t impregnate her. I try not to let the rejection sting. After all, it’s exactly what I already know to be true—she’s not mine, not really. Not for long.

But she’s mine for now.

So I will make this so good she will remember me for all her days. It will also create a memory I can hold close to my cracked heart when I’ve delivered her to her intended and I’m once again alone.

I curl my finger, finding the soft spot within her velvet core that makes her gasp, and my lips wrap around her sensitive nub as I hollow my cheeks and suck.

“Oh, god! Sturrm!” Selena screams louder that ever, fluid squirting out of her to coat my face. Her whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm.

When she sags backward, I surge upward and catch her, bringing her back down into the water cradled in my arms. I find a seat on a shelf and settle her on my lap.

After a few moments, her eyes flutter open. “Hey,” she says, her words almost slurred. “That was…” Her hand lifts from the water to wave in the air before falling again with a splash. “I don’t know what that was.”

“You’ve never climaxed before?” I frown. It would be a tragedy for such a lush body to never have known pleasure.

“I have. Or at least I thought I had. But that was different, more intense.” She gives me a pleased grin. “I think I squirted for the first time.”

“Squirted?”

“It’s a more intense orgasm.”

“Good.” Pride fills me. I gave her that. Even if she is bound to another, this will always exist between us.

She twists in my arms, turning to straddle me. It takes both her little hands to wrap around my cock, and she strokes its length, her fingers playing with the piercings in little tugs of sensation that make my hips jerk. “Ay! We need to do something about this guy.”

I growl, unable to speak as she squeezes my length. The hot water, the pressure of her hands, it’s amazing, and not nearly enough.

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