Page 62 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

I hope this feels as good for her as it does for me.

My hand slides between her open thighs, finding her hard, swollen pink clit, slipping it between my two fingers before rubbing hard and fast.

I hope whatever guttural word she’s screaming means “Yes, you sex-god-stallion-of-a-husband” and not “Easy, you clumsy bastard.”

Marina’s voice breaks into a long, wailing sob, and the little bumps that I’ve been enjoying seem to shrink, then expand. Warm wetness erupts from inside her, a current that battles the river’s own, sluicing out around us as she keens and tugs her nipples. My cock is coated in something that’s silky and sweet-smelling, a honey-like substance that starts dripping down my legs and flowing away in the current of the river as Marina trembles on the grass.

“Thatis how a rusalka can squirt. From the ‘pocket.’” She’s blushing, pink cheeks glowing in the moonlight.

“So, I get a gold star?” I tease, strokes nice and slow now, even though my cock is thicker and fuller than I can ever remember and so sensitive that I’m starting to get sore (kind of feels like I got dozens of hickeys at once).

“More than that,” she laughs weakly. “When I can move again—you’ll see.”

“You’re already putting on quite a show. You’re making it hard to wait.”

“What are you waiting for?” she whispers, fingers coasting down my braced arms.

She looks at me like she’s hungry. Starving. Maybe she is.

And suddenly, I’m starving, too. Incredibly hungry. Not for food. For her. To make her scream for me. To come in her again and again, in every opening. Just looking at her is a high, but knowing I can have her... Well, it’s always been a rush, but now...

“I think it was a defense mechanism,” she says, slowly pushing me back into the water.

“Hmm?” Thoughts are clear, but getting cloudy.

“If a man suspected, we could trigger it. Drench him. Make him lose all reason and then attack.”

That doesn’t sound good.

“But if it was triggered through pleasure... Well, I don’t know. I’ve never been with my soulmate before. I’ve never come so hard. How do you feel?”

“High.”

Marina bites her lip. “Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My venom. It’s an aphrodisiac.”

“Huh? Venom? You didn’t bite me!”

“Not every creature keeps her weapons in the same place.” Marina nuzzles me, worry in her big blue eyes.

I don’t want her to worry. “I’m fine. I just feel...like I could go all night.”

“You’re not mad?”

“For my wife making me want to have sex with her? Shit, girl, most men would pay for that privilege.”

“I do love you so. You never make me feel bad about who I am—even though I am such a very, very bad girl.” Marina’s voice drags over the last few words as she trails down my torso, back into the water, and wraps her mouth around me again, sucking her honey off my cock.

This time, I can’t fight it. I give a single shout and empty, every muscle shaking and nothing to hold onto in the middle of the water.

Weightless. Coming so hard I see stars. Feeling her swallowing around me and looking down in time to see her licking her lips and smiling...

If this is bad, I don’t want to be good.

Marina rises, shuddering in happiness and rubbing her arms. “Mmmm. Such deliciousness, my love. You are this fluffy whipped peanut butter mousse flavor. And sometimes honey, and maybe just little hints of something like dark chocolate. Mm!”

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