Page 61 of Wicked Depths

She spreads me open, her nails raking down my thighs before she hooks her leg over mine, pressing her slick heat against me. I gasp, the friction deliciously unbearable as she grinds against me, slow at first, just a tease, just enough to set every nerve ending ablaze.

Then, she moves.

Hard. Desperate. Unrelenting.

I cry out, my body jerking at the onslaught of pleasure, my hips rolling to meet her. She grips my wrists, pinning them above my head as she sets the pace, forcing me to take everything she gives.

Every sharp thrust.

Every shuddering moan that spills from her lips.

Every delicious, maddening inch of her grinding against me, claiming me, wrecking me.

I can’t think. Can’t breathe.

I am drowning in her.

Her nails scrape down my sides, slow and deliberate, like she enjoys feeling me tremble beneath her touch. Her weight presses me deeper into the sheets, her heat searing, her dominance absolute.

"You like this, don’t you, siren?" Her voice is a low, taunting growl, her breath hot against my throat as she rolls her hips,pressing deeper, harder. "This is what you craved. The touch of a dragon."

A wicked smile curves my lips even as I gasp, my hands gripping her arms, nails dragging over her skin. "Mmm, and here I thought you weren’t paying attention," I murmur, voice breathy, teasing.

She growls, sinking her teeth into my jaw, just enough to sting, enough to remind me that she holds the power here. She thrusts again, grinding against my aching core, making my back arch, making me whimper.

"Look at you," she continues, voice nothing but smoke and possession. "Under me. Writhing. Needy. Desperate."

I bite my lip, swallowing another moan, refusing to give her the satisfaction. But she feels it—she knows.

Her fingers trail between us, teasing, taunting, sliding over my slick heat before dragging up my stomach, leaving streaks of my own arousal across my skin.

"I can feel how wet you are for me," she growls, her claws scraping over my ribs.

I let out a breathless laugh, tilting my head back, staring at her through half-lidded eyes.

"Confidence looks good on you, Dragon Queen."

She smirks, gripping my throat in one firm hand, pressing me back into the mattress.

"Stay still," she orders, her voice molten dominance, her claws pressing into my skin, forcing my pulse to hammer beneath her grip. "You will take what I give you."

A sharp whimper escapes me as she moves again.

I tremble, heat coiling tight, too tight. I try to move, to press closer, but she holds me down, her strength unrelenting.

"You’re mine," she growls, low and dangerous, watching me fall apart, watching me drown beneath her. "Say it, Sea Witch."

I let my lips part, a smirk curling the edges even as my breath stutters. "And if I don’t?"

A challenge.

She snarls, pressing her body harder against mine, her heat searing into my skin, her grip tightening around my throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me exactly who is in control.

"Then I’ll make you."

Her hips snap forward, her pace unforgiving, merciless, and I gasp, my back bowing, pleasure slamming through me like a crashing wave.

"Fuck—" I choke out, my hands gripping her wrists, my claws pressing into her skin, desperate, aching.

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