Page 62 of Bride of the Sea King

“But you already…”

“I’m not human.” He drove into me again, slower than before.

My back arched and my toes curled. “How many times can you get off?”

“Twice without a mate. Three times with the bond.”

“Damn,” I moaned, as he filled me almost torturously slow.

He nipped my throat, then sucked lightly on the sensitive skin. “I’ve never had my mouth on a woman before you. You taste fucking delicious. I’ve been thinking about the way your clit felt on my tongue all day.”

“Is that why you—blocked me out of your head?” The pause was to catch my breath as I nearly writhed against him.

Whatever he was doing to me was unreal.

Unreal, unnatural, and otherworldly.

I hoped he’d never stop.

“I didn’t think you wanted a direct path to my mind.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Did you want it?”

I groaned, arching hard as he took me even slower. “I don’t know. I didn’t know. Just doesn’t seem fair if you’re in my head and I’m not in yours.”

“Sweetheart, every thought I’ve had since I found you has been about you.”

“Abductedme, you mean.”

“Found.” He dragged out the word, emphasizing it with a thrust inside me. “Stole. Mated. Claimed. Married. Abducted.”

The slow, repetitive motion put me painfully close to the edge, but Triton seemed to know just when to pull back so I didn’t go over it entirely.

“Whatever you want to call it, I’ve been yours ever since.” He sucked lightly on my throat again. Ridiculously, I hoped he’d leave a hickey so everyone could see that he wanted me.

His hands skimmed up my body, and he didn’t pause at all when he slid my top over my head. And my skirt, after it.

“What would you have voted?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s done.”

My chest tightened. “Matters to—me.” My breath caught as he tilted my hips a little, changing the angle just slightly.

My body was sore and tired.

It was late at night.

I shouldn’t have even been interested in sex at that point, but the king was turning me into an addict.

He filled me slowly.

I froze completely, taking a staggered gasp in as he hit the perfect spot.

His chest rumbled. “There it is. You ready to come for me again, mate?”

The whimper that escaped me as he pulled out, dragging so incredibly slowly over that spot, was ridiculous. But also, entirely out of my control.

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