Page 47 of Drenched

Rynar’s lips brushed mine. His voice slipped into my mind, dark and soft. “Breathe through me.”

His mouth sealed over mine, his cold breath flooding into me. Relief hit hard, dizzying, and brutal. The air rushed into my lungs, igniting the ache in my chest, sharpening the pleasure everywhere else. My nipples throbbed under the starfish’s bite, every pulse a spark that shot straight between my legs.

The moment stretched, unbearable. His tail tightened, the scales pressing into the gills on my wrists and thighs. My body bucked, overwhelmed. The suction at my chest, the pressure on my neck, the cold coil around my limbs, it was too much. My muscles shook, heat coiling tight in my core, ready to snap.

Rynar’s claws held steady, his mouth still feeding me air. His tongue flicked against mine, a cold tease that sent another jolt through me. The starfish pulled again, their teeth scraping, sending fresh waves of sensation crashing over me.

I shattered. My body convulsed, every nerve igniting, every inch of me caught in the storm. My scream was swallowed by his kiss, my lungs burning, my vision white-hot. The tail squeezed tighter, holding me in place as the pleasure tore through me, sharp and endless.

When it finally ebbed, I sagged in his coils, body trembling, chest heaving. Rynar loosened his grip, his claws sliding away from my neck. The starfish released their bite, their mouths leaving my nipples raw, swollen, aching.

He leaned close, his breath cool against my ear. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice reverent and possessive.

I slumped against him, shattered and drenched, the echoes of pleasure still rippling through me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t endure another moment, his tail loosened its grip and slid away. His hands moved down my sides, slow and deliberate.

“What… what are you doing?” I asked, confusion slipping into my voice.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he lowered himself between my thighs, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Worshiping what’s mine,” he murmured.

The heat of his gaze seared through me, making me shiver. I was already drenched, my body aching, strung tight between anticipation and exhaustion.

His claws traced along my inner thighs, their faint scrape teasing the sensitive skin there. Sparks of sensation flared under his touch, my muscles trembling under the restraint. With careful, reverent hands, he spread me open, his breath cool asit ghosted over my swollen flesh. My hips lifted instinctively, offering more, desperate for relief.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he said, his voice a low growl, edged with hunger.

His tongue flicked out, a slow, deliberate swipe that glided over my most sensitive spot. The texture was smooth, impossibly cool, and it sent a jolt of pleasure racing through me. My body quivered, the sensation building and tightening, leaving me breathless under his touch.

I gasped, my fingers gripping the sand and threw it all over the pressure of his mouth driving me to the edge of sanity. He licked again, slower this time, tasting me, savoring every drop. His lips closed around my clit, his tongue swirling in maddening circles. The cold slickness of his mouth contrasted with the heat building inside me, a sharp, unbearable pleasure that made me writhe beneath him.

“Rynar,” I moaned, the sound raw and desperate.

He responded with a low, pleased hum, the vibration of it shooting through me like lightning. His hands tightened on my thighs, holding me open, keeping me still as his mouth continued its sacred worship. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle scrape of his teeth, sent me spiraling higher, until I was gasping, begging, lost.

Just when I thought I would shatter again, he pulled back. His lips glistened and somehow the darkness in his eyes deepened.

He moved closer, shifting his weight with deliberate care. A ripple coursed through his lower body, and I felt the change more than I saw it. His slit, smooth and seamless momentsago, parted against my skin. Warmth brushed me as his cock emerged, thick and ridged, the texture unmistakable as it pressed against my thigh. The sheer size sent a jolt through me, the ridges promising sensations I couldn’t fully imagine.

“You’re ready,” he murmured. His voice wrapped around me, low, reverent, possessive.

I swallowed hard, my body trembling beneath him. “Please,” I managed to whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.

He shifted again, angling his hips. I felt the ridges move against me, teasing, deliberate. The head of his cock pressed at my entrance, firm but unyielding. I couldn’t see him from where I lay, but the sensation was enough. The texture, the heat—it was nothing human, nothing familiar, and yet it felt like it was made for me.

The weight of him, the way his body covered mine, left no doubt of his power. His glow pulsed faintly, brushing against my skin like a caress, as he guided himself to the edge of me. Every nerve in my body braced for what was coming next.

“You’re mine,” he said and then, slowly, he pushed inside.

The stretch was exquisite, a sweet ache that bordered on pain. My body clenched around him, the ridges dragging along my walls, each bump sending fresh waves of sensation through me. He filled me inch by inch, his girth impossible, his length pushing deeper than I ever thought I could take.

I cried out, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He growled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through both of us.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “You take me so perfectly.”

He slid deeper, his hips meeting mine ashis cock buried to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming, I was stretched, drenched, utterly claimed. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust, his breath ragged, his muscles trembling with restraint.

“Breathe,” he murmured. “Let me in.”

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