Page 72 of Bride of the Sea King

He growled, using his grip on my thighs to drag me up his body. His cock popped free, but I maintained my grip on it as he sat me on his face and dragged his tongue over my clit.

I gasped, and he licked me again, slower.

He worked me almost painfully slow, until I was shattering on his mouth with a desperate sound.

His magic joined his tongue as I came down from my high. I dragged mine to the surface, making him swear against my core as I hit him with it while I jerked him off.

We lost control together moments later, and Triton had me on my back before I’d recovered from the climax.

My king leaned over me, his gaze intense and his hands hot on my thighs.

“Surprised you don’t want to take me from behind again,” I panted. “That was hot yesterday.”

“I want to see your eyes when I make you come this time.”

“Sounds intense.”

“As it should.” Triton captured my mouth, and the taste of each other’s pleasure combined as we kissed.

He lined his cock up with my entrance, and after he lifted one of my thighs to wrap around his back, he filled me slowly.

I felteverything.

Every ridge.

Every throb.

Every motion.

It was bliss.

Pure, undiluted pleasure.

Our tongues moved together, stroking and exploring and edging the pleasure higher as he pulled out and thrust in.

It didn’t feel like fucking.

It felt like… well, almost like I’d imagine making love to be. It was obviously too soon for us to feel that way for each other, but the intensity of the moment was undeniable.

Our bodies worked as one, taking each other to the heights of pleasure until we shattered at the same time, our magic mingling in the air as we climaxed.

When we came down from the high together, I caught my breath as I pressed my forehead against Triton’s neck while he held me close.

Maybe he was right about being abducted by the king of the sea.

Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened to me.

Hell, maybe it was even the best.

We spentthe rest of the day in the ocean, practicing my magic.

Which inevitably led to more sex, of course.

And more soreness the next day, because swimming still wrecked me.

The following day went the same—morning sex, followed by training, more screwing, and more swimming.

The day after that, we had to go back into the castle to find something to eat. We ended up chatting with a bunch of turned humans and their mates. Someone asked for help withsomething after our meal, and somehow, I ended up holding the cutest baby I’d ever seen while Triton played a game with a net of water and a small army of children.

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