Page 45 of Echoes of the Tide

That was all it took. She fell into him, the soft cushions of her lips pressing against his, and it unleashed an animal inside of him.

The sound he made was a moan of pure anguish. With lips and teeth and tongue, he tried to devour her. Her taste flooded into his mouth, the sweetest sunshine of her lips that only made him need her even more. He kissed her without skill or talent, only pure desire as he delved between her lips. Seeking more of that taste. Needing to touch her more.

She sucked on his tongue, the tip of her own tracing the ridges and bumps. His hands squeezed her ass, kneading it as his fingers slid along her legs. He wanted to touch more of her. Unknowingly, he drew her even closer. Drawing her legs up to his ribs and pressed her knees there, so she had slid up to his stomach.

He wanted to see her, he realized. Breathing hard, he drew back enough to stare into her eyes that were already half open. He pressed his webbed hand between her breasts, the softness of them already calling out to him even though he’d already laid his head on them. All it took was the slightest pressure to lean her back against his tail. To spread her out before his gaze so that he could look over all of her. Over the splayed legs spread around his hips, the heaving breasts that were right there, all of it hidden from his sight by clothing that shouldn’t be on her.

“I want to see you,” he rasped.

And there it was again. The flash of nerves that he should have guessed would come. She didn’t want him to see her, but he desperately needed it. If it took him talking her through it, then he would thank all the gods a million times that he had been gifted with a voice.

She stared up at him, those brown eyes a little wider than before. But he could still see the trust in those depths.

Splaying his hand between her hips, he set his fingers against her soft belly and drew his fingers up her torso. The movement dragged her clothing up with him, revealing inch by inch of lovely skin. So much of it. So much lovely, warm-colored skinthat looked like she’d been kissed by the sun even all the way down here in the ocean.

He stopped just before revealing her breasts to his gaze, waiting for her to look at him. Her eyes had been locked on his hand, watching his movement. They were both captivated by the sight of his hand on her.

And as she looked up at him, he could see she was waiting. Nervous, but waiting for him to do something and he... Gods, he needed to.

Maketes dragged his hand up and over the peak of her right breast. Just enough to reveal that there was another layer of clothing underneath her shirt. He let out a little huff of frustration, ridiculously needy, but also annoyed by the new barrier.

“What is this?” he muttered, curving his hand so he could follow the strange contraption around her ribs.

“A bra,” she replied, amusement tinging her words.

“A bra? What reason is there for such a torturous thing?” It seemed to go around the back of her, and was cutting into her skin. She wasn’t bloody, but there were red welts beneath the tight band of it.

“I don’t actually know,” she replied, arching her back and presenting him with the prettiest picture. She was so delicate and lovely like that. Spread out for his taking. It made it hard to focus for a second before he felt her fingers brushing his at her spine and suddenly there was a pop.

And oh.

Oh, he had known there was so much to worship, but he hadn’t realized there was more. Just the barest hint of her breast had released from the fabric that hid her from his gaze. But the rosy tip made his mouth water.

“Kefi,” he growled, the words rumbling through him before he could catch them. “I need you to trust me.”

“I do.”

“Because I know you think I’m an animal, perhaps capable of hurting you even after all that we have done together.”

“I trust you,” she repeated, her words breathless.

“Good, because for a few minutes, it’s going to feel like I’m trying to consume you.”

Then he descended upon her. His hands grabbed onto her sides, holding her in place as his tongue traced along her skin. He licked to the peak of her breast, drawing that rosy tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue along the sun kissed taste of her. The tip beaded against his tongue, and the more he touched her, the more she moaned.

Her hands came down into his hair as he licked her, sucking hard enough that she arched against him again. He switched to the other breast, tasting her as he had been begging to do for such a long time in his mind. And still, it wasn’t enough.

Maybe the problem was his hands. He grabbed onto her ass again, yanking her against him so she could roll like she had done before. Then she did. She ground against him, rocking against his scales with her head thrown back and her throat bared. He wanted to bite that lovely column. The taste there must be even better than here. So he did. He licked his way up to her throat, looming over her so he could capture her lips again. Those hands grabbed onto his hair hard enough to sting, and still, it was perfect.

He was so caught up that he didn’t notice his cocks had been released. Not, at least, until she leaned back and was pressed against them. They both gasped, eyes meeting and chests heaving to breathe.

Should they stop? He didn’t want to. But he knew it had to be startling.

He knew nothing about her anatomy, but he knew that two cocks weren’t what the men of her people had. And she coulddefinitely feel them. Because as she stared into his eyes, she shifted. Her spine sliding against them, parting them so they were both pressed against her lower back.

She bit her lips, and he couldn’t look away from those tiny, blunt teeth pressing into the softness of her mouth.

“How do I please you?” he asked, not sounding at all like himself. “I want to make you scream, kefi.”

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