Page 61 of Bride of the Sea King

“No, but I think you started remedying that when you threatened their lives.”

He barked out a humorless laugh.“They should hope so.”

I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking just a little.

The remaining shreds of my sanity had to be gone, but I didn’t have the energy to care.

“Your magic is really strong,” I whispered. “Can you maybe just ease it up a little before I orgasm on my feet without you even touching me?”

His chest rumbled, and he moved me to the side just enough to shove my skirt up my thighs and sink three fingers inside me.

I gasped out a curse as he dragged his thumb over my clit, sending me straight into a climax. My body clenched around him, and he kept working me. Between his touch and his magic, I was utterly consumed.

My hold on my own power was long gone, so I gripped his length through the fabric that covered him as he kept working my clit.

“Keep touching me like that and I’ll have you pinned to this wall while you ride my cock in a fucking heartbeat,” he growled into my hair, pressing harder against my clit.

I dragged my hand over his length emphatically, telling him exactly what I wanted.

In the blink of an eye, my silk-covered tits were against the wall while Triton slammed into me, filling me completely. His slick fingers pressed against my clit, seeming to have no intention of stopping.

I gasped out another couple of curses, my back arched as my cheek pressed against the gritty sandstone wall.

Men in skirts.

Totally awesome.

Now I understood.

Triton let out a rough, sexy laugh as he gave me a minute to adjust to his size. “I fucking love being in your head.”

“It’s not mutual. I barely hear from you.”

“I block you from my thoughts.”

He pulled out and thrusted inside me, making everything spin as I edged on another orgasm.

“Asshole,” I breathed.

“You want to be in my head?”

“Obviously.”

“Doesn’t seem obvious.” He pulled out and filled me again, and I gasped another curse.

“Fuck, Triton.”

“That feel good?”

“Incredible.”

He dragged his fingers over my clit, and I cried out as I climaxed hard.

He drove into me again and again, and I heard his snarl as he lost control with me.

“Holy shit,” I panted, closing my eyes against the wall. “No one should be that good at this. How many women did you fuck before you became king?”

“We’re not talking about our pasts. And we’re not even close to being done, Sweetheart.” He worked my clit roughly, and my hips jerked and rocked.

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