Page 49 of Drenched

“You’re addictive,” he murmured, his tone thick. “Eons, Pearl. Eons, and I’ve never felt this.”

I wanted to ask what he meant, but his tail tightened, and his claws teased my thighs. Thought splintered, there was only him.

He drenched me with his hunger, his love, his seed. He marked me until I couldn’t tell where I ended, and he began. And I hated how much I craved it. Every time I tried to pull away, he dragged me back under. And I let him.

I leaned against his chest, my legs draped over his tail as he carried me toward the glowing pool. The cavern blurred around me, the aftershocks of our last encounter still buzzing through my body. His hands, his tongue, the unrelenting ridges of his cock, each sensation was branded into me, refusing to fade.

His body shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light. Silver skin caught the glow of the algae, each scale reflecting with subtle brilliance. Broad shoulders gave way to arms that could crush or cradle, power balanced by care. His eyes, deep, endless voids, held a darkness that should’ve terrified me. But instead, it pulled me in, made me crave the way they devoured me whole. I hated how exposed I felt, how seen I was.And yet, I ached for it.

“Exhausted?” His words curled into my mind, teasing and light.

“I should be,” I murmured, resting my head against his chest. “But apparently, I’ve lost my limits.”

His lips curved, sharp teeth glinting. “You’re only beginning to understand what you’re capable of.”

I rolled my eyes, even as warmth coiled low in my stomach. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you love it.” His tone was smug. He wasn’t wrong.

I did love it. Loved the way he consumed me, made me feel like I was the only thing in his endless, empty world. Admitting that gnawed at me. There was something intoxicating about being the center of his attention. But a small, stubborn part of me wondered if I was losing pieces of myself. Letting the abyss swallow who I used to be.

I shoved the thought aside.

We reached the pool, its surface glowing steadily. He stepped in without hesitation, water swirling around us. When he lowered me into the pool, his hands held me with reverence, supporting my back as I floated.

“You’ve ruined me,” I muttered, half-teasing, half-true.

His lips twitched into a smirk. “Ruined?” He dipped lower into the water beside me. “You mean perfected.”

I snorted, though heat pooled in my chest. “Perfected? My thighs feel like jelly. I can barely move.”

His smirk deepened. “Then I’ve done my job.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but his hands slid over my shoulders. The thought evaporated. His claws traced my skin, firm yet careful. The water cooled my body, but his touch stirred embers beneath the surface.

“Always so eager to worship me,” I said, my voice light, though my heart hammered in my chest.

“Always,” he answered, steady and sure. “You deserve nothing less.”

His hands traveled lower, skimming my arms. His black eyes watched me, catching every trace of emotion on my face. It should’ve made me feel vulnerable. Instead, I felt... cherished. His gaze wasn’t predatory this time. It was awe-filled, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real.

When his claws grazed my ribs, I sucked in a breath. The chill of the water tangled with the heat of his touch. He traced my waist, lingered at my hips, then turned me gently. His claws raked down my back, slow and deliberate.

“You’re hiding something,” he said, his words slipping into my mind, low and probing. “I can feel it.”

I tensed as his question pressed at the edges of my thoughts. I shoved it aside. “Not everything belongs to you.” My voice wavered.

He didn’t push. Instead, he guided me deeper into the water. His claws slid down to my thighs, brushing the scars etched there, reminders of old battles. His fingers lingered, tracing the raised lines with a care that made my throat tighten.

“You carry so much,” he murmured. “But you bear it well.”

I didn’t know how to respond. His hands moved up, claws grazing bruises he’d left earlier. Heat flared through me. His tail wrapped around my leg, holding me still.

“You’re a savage,” I said, my voice trembling.

“And you wouldn’t want it any other way.” His smile was small but certain.

He was right. Even exhausted, I leaned into his touch. My body betrayed me, craving more. His claws teased my inner thighs, and my legs parted without thinking. I hated how much I wanted him again.

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