Page 82 of Poseidon's Island Flower

Under normal circumstances, I would have pushed a guy off of me for trying to subdue me, but not with Poseidon. He submitted to me, and I could very well submit to him. Whatever he desired, I wanted to give it to him freely.

For however long I could stay with him.

His kisses traveled down my neck, his hand roaming my breasts until he suckled my nipple. I whimpered, the bites and pulls causing my pussy to slicken with need.

“You are mine, Lani.” Poseidon growled into my breast. His golden eyes flashed, his thick, muscular chest casting a shadow over my entire body. “You will remain with me, by my side, as my queen, until the end of time. Your soul will be ensnared, captured, entwined with mine once I claim you. I’ll never let you go, I’ll never let you leave me, because you are mine.”

I gasped as his golden eyes flashed possessively. His grip tightened, and my back rose off the bed. He cupped the back of my head, his nose trailing up my neck. “You are helpless beneath me now,” he stated. “I could claim you right now, and you wouldn’t think of objecting, would you?”

Claim me? Does he want to fuck me?

No words could escape me. I was entrapped by the possessive growling and purring in his chest. I was so turned on, so utterly and irrevocably devoted to this possessive side of my gentle giant, I didn’t want to speak and ruin the moment.

“You are my soulmate, Lani, my Island Flower. Your soul has been tethered to mine. My job as your mate is to solidify this golden thread and weave your soul into mine so we can never be apart.”

My lips parted. Poseidon, this god, a god of very few words who has lacked confidence from the very first moment I met him painted me the most beautiful picture I could ever imagine.

For one, it couldn’t be possible and second… Why was I alright with this?

To be permanently by his side, forever?

What of Koma? Candice? Would I see them again?

You don’t know him.

You just found out who he is, and you’re entertaining the idea?

“I—” I mumbled, only to be silenced with a kiss.

“You are a strong woman, an excellent female. The Fates have blessed me; the goddess of pairings has blessed me. You have questions, and I will answer every single one of them, if you will let me. For now, I wish to get to know you better, to explain these feelings you have toward me. Will you trust me?” His face was full of hope, begging for me to accept his offer.

I’ve seen more than any human on this earth has ever seen. There are gods, creatures of myth and fantasy, and they are all here on this earth. What more could I see? What more could I know? And all while holding the hand of a god that had feelings…for me?

I couldn’t accept what he was offering unless I knew everything. And shit, there was a lot. There was so much I didn’t know.

“Okay,” was the only answer I could give. There weren’t any other words I could say, nothing profound enough for me to utter at his plea.

Poseidon grinned, burying his face in my neck. “Thank you, Lani. I’ll explain and show you everything.”

“Not that you would ever let me go if I said no, right?” I half joked.

“Right,” he said seriously. “Because I’m in too deep to let you go now.”

I held back a smile, trying to show annoyance, but he saw right through me. Because he knew, I was in deep, too.

Poseidon’s palace was warm, unlike the Pacific ocean with its arctic currents dipping close to the Hawaiian islands. He said the temperature was close to that of the Caribbean, near the eastern part of the United States.

Poseidon already had a closet full of clothes for me to wear. Evening gowns, sundresses, swimsuits, sarongs, fabrics that could be wrapped into robes as he’d worn earlier, as well as his own tunics that smelled of him hung ready for me to choose.

I smiled, tracing each piece of clothing, lingering on the ones that smelled of him.

“Is this sufficient? I can get more?” he asked. I laughed, shaking my head.

“This closet is bigger than my home. I don’t need any more clothes. This is too much.”

“It is not, not for my queen, it isn’t.” As Poseidon embraced me around my waist, I felt the warmth of his lips against my temple before he withdrew to his closet.

Instead of getting out of bed and getting ready for dinner like we should have, Poseidon insisted he eat me out again to let me know how serious he was about pleasing me. Was a girl supposed to say no to a free orgasm?

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