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I exhaled shakily, my body relaxing just enough. He pulled back, the ridges dragging against my walls, then thrust forward again, slow and deep. My back arched, pleasure sparking in every nerve.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, craving more. His tail coiled around my body, his grip sealing me completely. His hand slid up to my neck, his fingers pressing firmly against my gills, cutting off my breath. A wave of panic laced with pleasure, crashed through me. The lack of air heightened every sensation, making the heat coil tighter in my core.

My vision blurred, my body trembling. I slapped his cheek, my palm cracking against his skin. His eyes flared, his lips curling into a wicked grin. His hand tightened, the pressure on my neck sending a sharp thrill through me. I gripped his neck in return, my fingers squeezing, my need matching his.

He groaned, the sound dark and ragged. His hips snapped forward, the thrust brutal, perfect. My lungs burned, the world fading at the edges. He leaned in, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue sliding in as he exhaled into me, giving me his breath. The kiss was deep, consuming, his breath filling my lungs just as his body filled me.

I gasped into his mouth, the rush of oxygen making the pleasure explode. His pace grew wild, each thrust harder, deeper, theridges dragging along my walls in a way that shattered me. The burn, the stretch, the sharp edge of pain, all blurred into ecstasy.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice trembling. “Every part of you.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my mind splintering, my body surrendering.

His tail tightened, his grip on my neck unyielding. The pressure built, sharp and consuming, until I was teetering on the edge.

“Let go,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

And I did.

The orgasm ripped through me, my body clenching around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me, endless and raw. I was drenched in sensation, my limbs shaking, my mind blank. He followed me over the edge, his body shuddering, his groan reverberating through both of us.

We shattered together, lost in the dark, the abyss swallowing us whole.

Chapter Eighteen

Rynar’s hunger for me was endless.

It stretched beyond moments or days, blurring into something primal. He didn’t justwantme; heneededme in ways that clawed at the edges of terrifying. And I was beginning to realize I needed him too, no matter how hard I tried to deny it.

It began on the ocean floor, the vast darkness enveloping us. He laid me down on a bed of bioluminescent coral, its soft glow dancing against his silver skin. His body, towering, powerful, otherworldly, moved with a precision that made every touch deliberate. He traced patterns across my stomach with his claws, teasing me until I shook, begging for more.

When he finally sank into me, it was like being swallowed by the abyss. His ridged cock stretched me, every thrust a shockwave that left me gasping. His tail coiled around my legs, holding me still as his claws skimmed my skin, pressing just enough to remind me of his strength.

But that was only the beginning.

Later, he took me to the surface. Stars stretched endlessly above us. He pinned me against the jagged hull of a sunken ship, rust biting into my palms as he bent me over. The cold air kissed my skin, sharp against the heat of his body. He was insatiable, hisclaws digging into my hips as he filled me. Each thrust crashed through me, leaving me trembling.

“You take me so well.” His words slid into my mind like a soft caress. “You were made for this.”

I wanted to deny it, to argue, but my body told a different story, arching into his touch, desperate for more.

And then came the starfishes.

He remembered how much I loved them. This time, he pressed them to my nipples with precise care, adjusting them until I was writhing beneath him. The gentle suction pulled and released, each jolt of sensation leaving me breathless.

“You like it,” he said, watching my reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I hate you,” I whispered, my voice thin. My flushed skin told the truth he already knew.

His laugh rumbled low, vibrating through me. “Liar.”

He didn’t stop. His tongue, his claws, his teeth, all of him worked mercilessly to push me further. He grazed every sensitive spot, leaving marks that felt like signatures. He claimed me again and again until I felt branded.

In the water, he lifted me, his strength making me weightless. He pressed me to the curve of a reef, the algae glowing as we moved. His tail anchored me, his hands roamed, his mouth worshipped.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his black eyes gleaming with possessive hunger. I wanted to fight it, to push back, but soaked in his touch, his scent, his presence, I only wanted to give in.

Days blurred. Every moment was a tidal wave of need that pulled me under. He took me on the coral throne, the sunken ship, the glowing pools. He pinned me to the cave walls, his claws binding my wrists as his mouth explored my neck.

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