Page 105 of The Sea Witch's Son

Stop fighting.

It’s a reward for her honesty, I suppose, my valiant attempts to help her overcome the pressure building in her mind. A recreation of a traumatic event has a slim chance of removing the fear, but I suppose we have to start somewhere.

Melody continues to thrash around, wasting her air as she tries to loosen my hold. Sharp teeth snap at me in the most ferocious manner, her nails digging into my skin until red bleeds through the water.

Honestly, you would think I am trying to drown the girl, not help her.

Delicious lips press into a scowl as she pushes back against my chest. Her hair swirls around us in an explosion of red, the delicate strands taking on a life of their own. She is a sight to behold, but the blue tinge of her lips will not do at all.

Holding back a sigh, I pinch her nose and bring my lips to hers.

Exhaling heavily, I force a breath into her mouth and down her throat, replenishing her lungs with the air from my lungs. She gulps it down greedily, gripping my face as though it’s my presence and not my oxygen that’s keeping her alive.

It was supposed to be a small breath, but I find myself giving her everything.

Every last drop of oxygen drains from my body. It’s a single breath, but it continues until the familiar pressure starts to build in my lungs.

It’s a single breath, but I find myself unable to let go.

Bubbles float towards the surface as I slant my mouth over hers. She kisses me back immediately, her tongue flicking out to meet mine.

Melody locks her legs around my waist and presses her lips harder against mine. Chlorine stains her tongue as she pulls me closer, biting and tugging on my bottom lip until I’m pushing her up against the nearest wall.

Hooking my heel on the edge of the wall, I press into her, the thin material of my speedo barely keeping my cock from popping out. Melody scrapes her nails along my back, digging me further into her while those stubborn lips stay fused with mine.

The lack of oxygen has my head swimming, my brain short-circuiting until all I can feel is my little saint. She’s surrounding me, choking me, stealing something from me that I do not want ever returned.

We break through the surface, but neither of us break for air. Melody is gasping into my mouth as I thrust into her, her hands tearing at my hair until pain is flashing behind my eyes.

Her passion bleeds into me as I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. Catching the string of her bikini top, I pull at the flimsy material until it comes undone.

Round, glorious breasts spill into my hands. I take my time touching them, memorizing the shape and texture before I start to squeeze.

Feeling her erect nipples press against my palms has me letting out a groan. Fingering the sharp peaks, I pinch them hard enough to make her cry out.

“I take what I want, little saint.” Licking a trail down her neck, I suck one of the sharp peaks into my mouth, “I always take what I want.”

Rolling the pink bud between my teeth, I bite down and relish in the desperate noises my little saint is making.

“So, this is the only time I’m going to ask you. What do you want?”

It’s an offer.

An opportunity to escape.

One that I never could have seen myself making.

The water ripples around us, identical to the pressure building in my chest. Big blue eyes bore into mine, searching for the trick.

Searching for the lie.

“You.”

Melody reaches out and rubs her thumb along my lip, smearing the blood her vicious teeth left behind.

“I want you.”

I don’t wait for her to change her mind.

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