Page 115 of Poseidon's Island Flower

The kelp pulled us from each other and wrapped around Poseidon. His eyes widened as he bellowed for the plants to release him from its hold.

“I should have some control, too,” he muttered and stopped struggling.

“I guess that isn’t the case?” I purred and straddled him, the kelp pinning his wrists to the bed.

Damn, this is hot as hell.

“A-are you doing this? Purposefully?” He raised an eyebrow, and a smirk formed.

Instead of Poseidon tensing, writhing against the tightness of the kelp, he relaxed. His mind wasn’t filled with worry, like I had felt while I slept. Now he submitted to me, trusted me like I trusted him.

“Yes,” I answered, crawling up his body. “But before I take care of you.” I ran my hands up his body, slowly peeling away his robes. His breath hitched, his cock already hardening. “Is Candice okay?”

Poseidon opened his eyes and let out a small breath. “She is safe. She knows you are safe.” He wiggled his hips, trying to gain friction from my pussy.

Mmm, not yet.

I kept on the dress I wore, which was nothing but a thin layer of pale yellow, and the sun glittered off the fabric like a million tiny stars. The color of the dress was a deep, beautiful hue, making my darker skin seem even richer.

I hovered over Poseidon, kissing his lips and down his neck until I reached his nipple. I sucked on it sensually, his moans echoing into the room.

I willed one of the kelp vines to shut the door. The sloshing of water on the floor sent chills up my spine. I felt connected with the water and the plants that stirred on the floor, waiting for me to call them.

As I sucked and pinched my Little Poseidon, I glanced out the window to see that the shoreline was no longer there. Instead, the water was beneath my home. It was now either suspended in the air or being held up on stilts.

With that two feet of water, I could beckon more vines, caging us into a dim cocoon around the bed. Flowers and anemones sprouted around us and danced to their own current.

With my sensual kisses and licks, Poseidon's heavy-lidded eyes followed me as I moved down his body.

“Please, Lani, you’re killing me,” he begged.

I giggled, wrapping my hand around his wide girth. I gave it a tug. The veins in his cock swirled beneath my hand. The velvety texture made me whimper to put it inside me, despite the dominant urge to make him wait.

“You can’t let anyone touch you,” I said. “Not even Uriel.” I raised a brow in warning.

Poseidon groaned as I lipped the tip of his bulbous head. More of his pre-come dribbled down his shaft. I licked that up too, sensually, keeping my eyes pinned on him as I did. I rubbed my cheek against it, letting my scent encase his cock.

“I won’t.” He bucked his hips. “I don’t see her that way at all, I don’t–”

I opened my mouth, letting his thick girth force my mouth wide. Once the head hit the back of my throat, I relaxed my throat to put it deeper inside.

“FUCKING FATES ALMIGHTY!” he roared, his hips bucking so I would suck deeper still. I bobbed my head, feeling his moving vein tickle my tongue, and once his tightening balls pulled closer to his body, I let go with a resounding, “pop.”

“No!” he groaned, and I smiled wickedly at him.

“Tell me you won’t let any female touch you,” I said huskily. “Tell me you will run away screaming.”

Was I being reasonable?

No.

Was I being a crazy obsessive control bitch right now?

Yup.

And I wasn’t going to apologize for it.

He was mine, and all human thoughts were out the window, now. I wanted Poseidon to know I was his, and he was mine. No other woman, even if it was Uriel, who had been nothing but a friend to him, would touch him ever again.

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