Page 8 of The Pirate and His Siren

So, a drunk pirate shouldn’t be able to get me to orgasm on the first go.

Not at all.

But the bliss he is wringing from me tells a different story.

He grunts, continuing to thrust into me. His hands grip my thighs wrapped around his waist.

The tingles begin to spread, my insides clenching with each thrust. It is wild and raw, and I’m loving every second of it.

My orgasm is coming fast.

Kynan doesn’t stop fucking me through the first one before eliciting another.

He gathers up my slick and moves his hands to my ass, probing the puckered hole.

“I’m going to fuck this ass.”

My head falls back. “Yes.”

He rubs his length along my now-sensitive flesh, gathering up my slick before he notches the head of his cock at my back hole.

His fingers loosen the muscles somewhat, but there is another tight pinch before he’s fully seated inside. I know he is big, but with his cock in this hole, I’m completely stuffed. He slides the fingers of his other hand into my pussy, his thumb circling my clit as he makes shallow thrusts.

“You’re not to show this pussy to anyone but me. You’re to fuck me and only me.”

“Yes, yes, of course. During our time together, I won’t take another lover.”

“No,” Kynan growled. “No one else ever. You’remine.”

My eyes widen and connect with his. He’s lucid, and his irises, like darkening clouds of a storm, are clear.

“Aye, you’re mine.”

This isn’t some empty drunken claim.

He means it.

No. No.

This isn’t happening.

It has to be the power ofVelade ia cietra,making him claim me.

I can’t be a part of that nonsense.

I should’ve stayed in the sea.

I can’t let my mother be right.

I can’t be a part of whatever magic the merpeople are cooking up tonight.

As soon as he slips free from me and my feet hit the sand, I run from him straight to the safety of the water.

KYNAN

How dare she run from me.

Best fuck of my life, and I’m not even done.

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