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We both stood there in the surf as more of his men stormed the beach.

Nothing around us seemed to matter, it felt like it was the two of us.

His lips descended on me, frantic in wanting. He groaned, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it. When I wrapped my arms around his neck, the coolness of his armor made my nipples harden. My body involuntarily rubbed up against his rigid body. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Poseidon groaned in appreciation and wrapped his giant hands over my ass.

“I’m claiming you now,” he hissed.

Excitement filtered down to my core, my body buzzing with excitement.

All thoughts of being kidnapped and talking to Candice had vanished. I needed him too, right now.

Instead of Poseidon taking me back to the sea, he let the current wrap around our waists and carry us further down the beach. Our frantic kisses and our wandering hands were our foreplay as an ocean pulled us down the shoreline until we reached the small shack on the beach I’d called home for so many years.

He didn’t let go of me as he stormed the beach. His Trident followed us through the air as he walked up the sandy path. I panted, trying to pull away from him to get air, but his hand fisted in my hair, and my core rubbed up against his armor.

My clit throbbed in anticipation, my arousal seeping down my leg and staining the silk sheets.

“I’m ruining your linens,” I said breathlessly as he opened the door. He slammed it shut with a kick and stomped through the small two-bedroom home.

“I’m about to ruin yours. It is only fair,” he mumbled, and opened the door to my room.

He tossed me to the bed, and I giggled at his eagerness. He slowly peeled off his armor, each piece left indentions in his skin. I was ready to lick every seam, and every animal imprinted on his skin.

Poseidon peeled off the rest of his armor, the wrap came off in one tantalizingly slow strip. He pulled it down one side of his Adonis belt, the salty sea water running down his muscles. My lips parted, my tongue slipping out of my mouth to wet my dry lips. He smirked, the damned god smirked, as he did the other side. As soon as he lowered it further, his deep red happy trail came into view.

Where had this confidence come from? It was hot as hell, hotter than any porno or visions dancing in my head. He was sex on a stick, sex on a trident? Whatever it was, I was in awe of how my shy Little Poseidon had a dominant side.

“Remove your sheet, my mate. Let me gaze upon you.”

I pulled down the sheet, my skin flushed with my arousal. My breasts came free first, and I slowly unwrapped myself like a present before him. Once my pussy was bared, I bent my legs and widened them, letting him see the arousal dripping from between my lower lips.

“Fuck,” he growled, letting the rest of the sheet lower. His cock was angry. The thick veins swirled around his shaft, and I gasped as they moved. They swirled like a conch shells.

“That’s new,” I said in a higher-pitched voice.

Poseidon chuckled, kneeling on the bed and hovering over my body. “There are many things I can do. I can manipulate living things. Why not myself as well?”

“Good golly,” I moaned as his lips descended on my tits.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Lani

Poseidon’smouthengulfedmynipple. His bites were sharp and electrifying all at the same time. His other hand massaged the other while he continued his meticulous massage.

I attempted to keep my eyes open, resisting the temptation to blink and miss his ministrations. He was sucking on them like he was starved, a hungry man just waiting for milk to flow from them. I could see that it was easily his favorite feature of mine.

His eyes gleamed with joy when he looked at my heavy breasts. It was like he was seeing them for the first time each time he lifted my nightgown. Poseidon slept on them every night when we went to sleep. He’d nuzzle them and cuddle them. The poor thing must never been a breast fed as a baby, and that was why he was so entranced with my big heavy bosoms.

I bit my lip, realizing that Poseidon didn’t have a life like most humans. The beginning of his life was horrifying if it was anything like the myths.

His father swallowed him.

Not normal at all.

He was neglected as an infant; he was tossed away, forgotten. I pushed that thought away, maybe this was something he wanted to talk about eventually, but not now. Not when he was in the throes of passion, when he was so happy, so free.

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