Page 94 of Poseidon's Island Flower

“You gave me a wonderful gift, My Flower. My cock is still hard at the thought of you letting me take you again.”

I bit my lips, trying to hold in a smile, and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Now that I know what it is like to be deep inside you, I won’t be able to hold back our bonding. My soul is ready to complete us.” The back of his knuckle traced down my cheek. “I almost woke you to take you again.”

It was my turn to blush, and his deep laugh matched the imposing form that leaned over me.

How could this be the same Poseidon I met just weeks ago?

“I know you are sore, my mate. I will not take you now, even if it is painful for me not to be buried inside you.”

“Oh my gosh, easy Casanova! You just opened right up, didn’t you?” My nipples pearled beneath the sheet, and my thighs closed together tightly.

His cock pushed into my backside. My ass was trying to swallow him whole as he rubbed his cock against me.

Somebody save me, I’ve created a monster.

“You know I’m sore?” I asked. He nodded, running his hand on the outside of the sheet and down to cup my mound.

“Yes, your labia were swollen this morning. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

“Only in the best of ways,” I purred, and his hand retreated from my pussy. “And for the record, you can call them pussy lips, or just lips. I’ll figure out what you’re talking about.”

Poseidon cleared his throat, his bravado shrinking as the seconds ticked on.

At least he tried.

Changing the subject, I said, “There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Poseidon hummed in acknowledgment, grabbed my hand, and led me out to the open balcony on the opposite side of the room. The once-darkroom was filled with light as a scale-like mesh material flipped from dark to light. The balcony did not hold a window or a door. It was just a large open archway with thin overhanging strips of changing fabric, dancing in the current.

I wrapped my sheet tighter around my body and tugged on his hand. “I need some clothes.”

Poseidon arched an eyebrow. “You have not had a problem with nudity before,” he countered.

“But that is just alone with you. Not out on the balcony where people can see!”

He chuckled, pulling me out of the archway and to a sitting area with couches and food on a small table. “No one can see up here, no half humanoid being is allowed around the palace walls of my chambers. Now come.”

Well, someone is getting bossy.

Poseidon sat down, and I tried to sit as well, only for him to pull me onto his lap. His nose traced my bare shoulder, and he wrapped his body around me. “Ask your questions, Lani. What do you wish to know?”

I took a deep breath.

This was it. I was going to ask my questions, and it would either solidify my decision to be with him, because god, I really wanted to. But I couldn’t be selfish. I couldn’t just leave Koma to grow old. I had to see him, too.

With my strong facade quickly fading, warm tears ran down my cheeks. It wasn’t often I cried, only when I was missing someone, such as my parents or Koma. I even cried on days Poseidon went home after visiting me on the island. Speaking of family always got me emotional, and with Koma being the only family member left, it was inevitable.

“Will I still be able to see Koma? Candice?” I sniffed, and Poseidon’s face morphed into horror.

He pulled me to his chest, and I let out a whimper as I held onto him. This god that thought he was so weak, unworthy of anyone to love him, held me securely. The pressure of my body molded us together as uncontrollable sobs wracked my body.

I’d kept this worry buried beneath me. Being able to let it out was so damn relieving.

Poseidon rocked me, much like I would do to him when he was overwhelmed. The gentle strokes of his hand up and down my bare back settled me as he hummed in my ear.

“My Lani, is that what you have been hiding from me?”

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