Page 51 of Wicked Depths

Her fingers slide deep, her thumb circling in slow, devastating strokes, her mouth moving lower again, her tongue finding me with precision, with purpose, with the intent to utterly destroy.

My head tilts back, my entire body trembling as my climax builds again, stronger, sharper, my magic coiling, pushing, pressing—

And then—snap.

The cuffs break.

Power rushes through me like a tidal wave, surging through every nerve, every fiber of my being.

Nyxara senses it instantly, but before she can react, before she can pull away, I move.

I grip her by the hair, flipping us effortlessly so that she is the one on her back now, her eyes wide with momentary surprise. I straddle her, my hands bracing against her shoulders, pinning her beneath me.

She growls low in her throat, her claws twitching against the sheets.

"Did you really think I wouldn’t return the favor?" I murmur, my smirk slow, wicked, as my fingers trail down the laces of her bodice, unraveling her piece by piece.

Her pupils dilate, her breath coming hard and fast.

"Vaela—"

I press my lips to hers, swallowing whatever threat she was about to make. My tongue claims hers, slow and deep, as my magic curls around her limbs, holding her in place as my tentacles slither up her thighs.

She shudders beneath me.

And I grin.

"Now," I purr, my lips trailing down her throat, lower, lower— "Let me show you how a siren devours a queen." Water curls around her limbs, invisible yet tangible, holding her in place as my tentacles slither up her thighs, teasing,tasting.

Nyxara shudders.

"Vaela," she warns, voice hoarse, dark,needy.

"Mmm," I hum, dragging my lips down her throat, sucking at the sensitive skin just beneath her jaw, letting my teeth graze. She jerks beneath me, her hips arching, seeking friction. I do not give it to her.

Not yet.

Instead, I take my time.

I dip my head, flicking my tongue over one peak, rolling the other between my fingers. Nyxara gasps, her claws digging into my shoulders, her body writhing beneath my mouth.

I suckle, gently at first, then harder, letting my teeth scrape, letting my tongue soothe the sting. She jerks, a sharp breath escaping her lips.

"Fuck, Vaela—"

I grin against her skin.

"Now, now, my queen," I murmur, moving to the other breast, treating it with the same attention, the same slow,delicioustorment. "I seem to recallyoumaking me wait."

She growls, low and dangerous. "I should burn you for this," she grits out.

I laugh. "Maybe later," I whisper against her stomach, trailing lower. My tentacles move in tandem with my lips, sliding up the inside of her thighs, teasing, brushing just where she needs me most.

I look up, meeting her gaze.

She iswildlike this. Eyes blown wide with desire, lips parted, her body wracked with barely controlled need.

Nyxara’s body is tense beneath me, coiled like a predator ready to strike, yet she doesn’t move to stop me. Her claws are buried in the sheets, her breath uneven, her emerald eyes dark with something warring just beneath the surface. A flicker of hesitation—uncertainty.

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