Page 63 of Treasure of the Abyss

He wrapped a tentacle around her wrist and withdrew her hand from his shaft, guiding it to his chest and releasing it. Before she could react, his hands fell onto her thighs and slid up, hooking the hem of herdress.

Macy caught his wrists. He paused, meeting her gaze, and resumed the upward motion of his hands. She didn’t resist. A tentacle followed in the wake of each of his palms, suction cups brushing lightly over her outer thighs before curling around to trace the curve of herbackside.

She shivered when his touch flowed over her hips and along her sides, the air cool against her heated skin as more of it was gradually exposed. The tip of a tentacle crossed the flat of her stomach and caressed the underside of her breasts. She raised her arms as his hands moved up their lengths, pushing the dress up and off, and her hair fell around her nakedshoulders.

Instinct demanded she cover herself, but Jax held her arms apart, keeping her bared to his hungry, gleaminggaze.

Jax settledhis gaze on Macy’s face and followed the lines of her jaw, down over her chin and along the column of her neck. He lingered at the hollow of her throat, nearing the edge of the familiar; her dress had hidden most everything below this point. The unknown, as ever, called tohim.

He lowered his eyes and took in the swell of her breasts; they were more defined than those of female kraken, which were less pronounced when not nursing young. The erect buds of her nipples were deeper pink than the rest of herskin.

Lower still; his gaze slipped over her stomach, past the slight dip of her belly button and the flared curves of her hips. He paused his attention briefly on the triangular patch of golden hair between her legs, which coaxed his eye downward a littlefarther.

Coiling his tentacles more firmly around her thighs, he spread them wider, allowing him a glimpse of the pink flesh of herslit.

How had he resisted for so long? How had he touched her, been touched by her, and not yet given in to the consuming fire of hisneeds?

“You are beautiful.” His voice was husky, nearly a growl. He looked up and met her half-liddedeyes.

“Jax…”

He slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, then back down to cover her breasts. Her smooth, firm flesh yielded to his touch, and Macy closed her eyes and arched into his palms. He kneaded gently before he took her nipples between the pads of his fingers and strokedthem.

Macy grasped his biceps andmoaned.

Jax moved his tentacle down from her stomach, over the patch of hair, and ran the tip slowly along herfolds.

She gasped, opening her eyes wide. Her legs jerked, squeezing against hishold.

Her arousal coated his tentacle with moisture; its sweetness on his suction cups was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her on histongue.

Panting, Macy tightened her grip on his arms and subtly tilted her hips into his touch. Jax moved his tentacle again. Her entire body reacted, and she whimpered hisname.

He dropped his hands to her backside and lifted her, drawing her legs against his sides with his tentacles. She undulated her hips against his abdomen as he carried her to the edge of theisland.

“Where are we going?” Her confusion didn’t seem to affect herdesire.

When he reached the end of the land, he turned and slipped into the water, sitting her on the edge. He sank down until his face was level with her pelvis. She propped herself on her elbows and watched as he placed his hands on her knees, spreading them wide, and guided her legs over his shoulders. It granted him a full view of her glisteningsex.

“Oh,” shebreathed.

He glanced up, and Macy averted her eyes. Her face was red, and she caught her lip between her flat, whiteteeth.

“Macy…”

Despite her hesitance, her gaze was bright with need. “I’ve… I don’t know whatto…”

“You do not have to do anything.” Jax raised his front tentacles out of the water, running them up her legs and around her waist to cradle the small of her back. He moved a hand to her sex and slid the back of a finger along herfolds.

She shivered and made a soft sound, lifting herhips.

With a second finger, he parted her sex, revealing the hidden petals within. Lured by her scent, he leaned closer, extended his tongue, andlicked.

Macy bucked, digging her heels into his back, and put a hand on his head. “Jax!”

Her taste swept through his mouth and overwhelmed his senses; he neededmore. His cock throbbed with aching need, his hearts pounded, and he longed to sink into her heat, but the discomfort was a small price for another taste ofher.

He pressed his lips to her sex and kissed, flicking his tongue along her soft, smooth flesh and over the small nub at the top of her cleft. Macy dropped her head back with a cry, and her entire bodyjolted.

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