Page 25 of Lover from the Waves

A heady sensation spread from Kathryn’s mouth to suffuse her body, making her feel heavy and warm. Her sex throbbed, her nipples were tight and achy, and shivers stole through her as the subtle movements of his chest created sweet, teasing friction against those sensitive buds.

“Or,” she whispered against his mouth as she slid her hands to the back of his neck, “a kiss can be raw and passionate.”

Kat pulled him down and claimed his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss, feeding into the fierce need for intimacy that he’d awoken within her. Her tongue slipped past his lips to flick and stroke his tongue and dance across the sharp points of his teeth. She tasted the sea, and she tastedhim. And she wanted more.

Ector’s calm shattered. He crushed her to him, seemingly unable to get close enough, and his mouth took hers with startling intensity. She was no longer in control. He kissed Kat with reckless abandon, moving his mouth over hers, devouring her, and what he lacked in finesse, he made up for with passion and eagerness.

She hugged him closer, needing to feel his solidness, his strength, his heat. His hands fell to her hips, and before she could guess what he was doing, her feet were off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Something long, thick, and solid pressed against the apex of her thighs, directly over her clit.

Urgency drove her to grind her pelvis against him. There was no conscious thought—only pleasure, only feeling, and she rocked her hips again and again, following that sensation, chasing it,needingit.

Ector growled, sliding his hands to her backside. His grip on her tightened as he shuddered. He slanted his mouth over Kathryn’s, kissing her deeper, harder. His tongue danced with hers, exploring the recesses of her mouth. His tentacles coiled around her legs to tug her against him even more firmly.

Her breaths were short and shallow, turning into small moans as the sensation between her legs built into something intense, something blistering, something consuming. Sheer pleasure pierced her core. Kathryn gasped and tore her mouth away from Ector’s. She barely registering the little flash of pain it caused as pleasure wracked her body, making her cry out. Her sex spasmed, and liquid heat flooded her.

Ector tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. For a moment, he was utterly still. Then his hips bucked, his powerful body shook, and a growl tore from his throat. Kathryn was hit by a fresh wave of heat, but this one was not from within herself. The new warmth soaked through her shirt to wet her belly. Ector clutched her ass tightly enough for his claws to prick her skin through her pants, pressing her pelvis firmly against his. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he curled around her, his body trembling and jerking in his release.

Panting, Kathryn pressed her face into his neck and clung to him, feeling sated and weak, but still…not wholly fulfilled. There was an emptiness within her, and she knew exactly what her body craved—him. Ector. Inside her.

His tentacles slid along the backs of her thighs, supporting her weight as he lifted a hand from her ass. He hooked a finger beneath her chin, leaned back, and tilted her face toward his. Kathryn looked up with half-lidded eyes. His gleaming gaze held hers for a few seconds before dipping to her mouth.

Ector’s brow furrowed, creating a worried crease above the bridge of his nose, and his skin changed from deep maroon to its normal drab green. She hadn’t noticed the initial color change, but the concern in his expression was all she could focus on—as well as the smear of crimson on his lips.

“You are bleeding, Kathryn.”

All at once, she was aware of the slight sting on the inside of her lip.

Ector unwound his tentacles from her legs and gently lowered her. She set her feet on the ground; her legs were weak and unsteady, and she was immediately thankful that his hold on her remained firm. Lifting a hand to her mouth, she pressed the tip of a finger to the tiny cut on the inside of her lower lip. Her finger came away wet with blood.

“I cut you,” Ector said, voice thicker than usual. The oblong pupils of his eyes dilated. “I am sorry, Kathryn. I did not mean—”

Kat pressed the fingers of her free hand to his mouth, quieting him. The cut was insignificant compared to the bliss she’d experienced. She chuckled. “I guess we just need to be more careful the next time we kiss.”

He covered her hand with his own and guided it down. Confusion joined the concern in his expression. “You wish to kiss me again, even after this?”

“Ector,” Kat turned her hand and laced her fingers with his as much as his webbing allowed, “thiswas perfect. We were both, well, in the moment, and it was an accident. One I don’t regret.”

Her eyes dipped down his body. Wetness glistened on his abdomen, but it wasn’t sweat. Her gaze dropped a little farther to his pelvis, where his cock had emerged from its slit. It was long and thick, hard even after he’d reached completion, and glistened with its own secretions. It was a darker green than the rest of his skin, though it lightened at the tip. He had no scrotum, at least none that she could see, but there were thin, five-centimeter long tendrils at the base of his shaft that were slowly writhing, their tips repeatedly reaching toward her as though they had appetites of their own.

The breath fled Kathryn. She knewexactlywhere those would have touched had he been inside her. A thrilling shiver raced through her, and she squeezed her thighs together, but it did nothing to alleviate the needy ache between them. Her sex still pulsed in the aftermath of her orgasm.

The sight of his cock might have shocked her a year ago, maybe even a few months ago, but now, she yearned for it. She’d already grown used to Ector’s alienness, and this part of him only intrigued her further.

His green skin took on a violet tint, decidedly different from the maroon he’d displayed before, and he withdrew from her, breaking their physical contact. “I am sorry, Kathryn. This is… I…”

Kathryn looked up at him and frowned. “Ector, what’s wrong?”

Ector’s eyes were locked on her—or rather more specifically, her abdomen. He wore a frown of his own, the expression decidedly strained. “I have demonstrated all the control of a youngling.”

Brows lowering, she glanced down and lifted a hand to her stomach, where her shirt was plastered to her skin. Yep. She was soaked all right. Nearly the entire front of her shirt was wet—from his seed.

Her lips slowly spread into a wide smile, and she laughed. Startled by her own reaction, she snapped her wide eyes to his—she knew how he might take her reaction—but she couldn’t stop. The laughter kept coming.

“I’m sorry,” she said between laughs, covering her mouth. “I’m not…not laughing at you. I promise. Well, kind of not.”

His brow furrowed again, and he tilted his head. His cock—with a bead of his seed gathered at its tip—twitched in the open air, its tendrils still moving restlessly. His tentacles writhed over the ground in similar fashion. “I do not understand, Kathryn. I… You deserve better than what I have done. You deserve better of me.”

His words sobered her, and she shook her head. “No. Don’t talk like that, Ector.”

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