Page 41 of Kraken Cove

I nod.

“Good. I’m thinking of what it’s going to feel like when I get inside you. Fill you deep. I’m going to fill you so full, like no one else. I swear to God, you’ll drain me dry if I cum inside you.”

“Mmm,show me.” I’m pushing my fingers deep inside now, bumping the heel of my hand against my clit, desperate for more.

“I will, but you cum first. You always cum first, baby.”

I nod, determined to do it for him.

Pulling my fingers out, I move them back to my clit and rub frantically. I’m so close. Hovering on the edge. Somehow, he knows.

“That’s it, Mia. Cum for me. Give me all that sweetness.”

I burst open. Pleasure erupts until I am consumed by it. I gasp his name. My legs spasm.

Then I open my eyes to see Luke pump his fist three times over his swollen cock.

“That’s right. God, you’re a good girl.”

He pauses, holding the base of his erection. His cock jerks and warm, viscous liquid pulses onto my belly. Once, twice, Luke closes his eyes and his jaw drops open as the last dribbles spill onto my skin.

He looks so handsome. So vulnerable, lost to his pleasure.

Luke opens his eyes and looks down at my belly, covered in his cum.

Dropping to rest his forehead against mine, he reaches between us to spread it over my skin. “Don’t shower, baby. I want you to wear this all day right on your skin. Right over your heart.” He brushes it up between my breasts.

Then he buries his face against my neck and laughs. “Sorry. Is that too much? I just can’t explain what it does to me, seeing it on you like that.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him. “Not too much. Not at all.” My core flutters and a warmth spreadsthrough my veins at the thought. It’s hard to put into words, but it excites me, too. “I don’t mind one bit.”

I frown as Luke’s skin flickers with color. It’s as if he’s trying to shift, but he can’t. He winces. “It’s been too long since I was in water. Do you mind if I shower?”

“Of course not!” I jump up to fetch him a towel and I can’t help grinning as I watch him step into the shower through the open door. He’s so gorgeous. Both in human form and in the less familiar kraken form. I linger to watch as he shifts, marveling at the way his legs split to form tentacles and fine webbing appears beneath his arms, between his fingers and at his ears. I’d love to really explore him when he’s like this. To run my fingers over his body and learn the feel of it. To make that mine. As if we’d spent the last ten years waking up together, instead of living with dreams of what might have been.

But you know I’m glad we waited. I’m glad we didn’t have sex again yet, either. Now I’ve got some idea how much it really means to Luke, I’m glad we didn’t rush into it. I want it to mean as much as he needs it to mean. He’s right. He deserves to be more than just my rebound guy.

Instead of showering myself, I slip on Luke’s jumper and my pyjama shorts and head downstairs while he’s still brushing his teeth with a spare toothbrush I found in the cabinet. I’m glad he hasn’t felt the need to go home yet. I’m sure he’s busy, but I hope he’ll hang out for a little longer.

I boil the kettle and make some toast. I smile when I’m waiting for the kettle to boil for my second cup of tea and his warm, rough hands slide around my waist and over my belly beneath my clothes. “I thought you might never come down.”

He hums against my neck as he brushes a kiss there making me shiver. “Sorry. My skin got so dry. I don’t normally spend that long without getting wet.”

“Oh because you sleep underwater! Oh, so do you even have a bed? Do you have a house?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I have a house. I’ll have to show you some time.”

“I’d like that. Do you have time for breakfast?” I pull the coffee plunger down from above the microwave.”

“You trying to get rid of me or something?”

“No.” I turn to face him, wanting to make sure he knows how I’m feeling. “Not at all. I just didn’t want you to feel you had to stay.”

He gathers me close again, and I love the feeling of being in his arms. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere until you kick me out. Not this time.”

That reminds me about the half finished conversation from last night, of everything we still need to discuss. I want to ask him about it, but the toast pops and Luke’s phone buzzes.

I grab a plate and butter the toast. When I slide it across the counter to Luke, I notice the line between his brows.

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