Page 59 of Rise of the Siren Queen
“That’s it. So fucking beautiful.”
My trembling hands reached for his belt, desperate to feel him inside me. The sound of the zipper was like a promise, sharp and electrifying, echoing through the haze of lust that surrounded us.
He paused, his breath hot against my skin, and I felt the tip of him at my entrance. With a deliberate, almost cruel slowness, he pushed inside. A fiery sensation ripped through me as he stretched me to accommodate his full length. Our eyes remained locked, theintensity of his stare setting every nerve ending ablaze. He filled me, invading every inch of my being, leaving no room for anything but the all-consuming pleasure that grew with each of his deliberate thrusts.
My body recoiled and then melted around him, a symphony of ecstasy echoing through my veins. His eyes bore into me, a ravenous beast staking its claim, as I let out a guttural moan that was both a surrender and a demand for more.
“You’re so tight, princess,” he groaned in my ear. “But you can take it, can’t you?”
I nod.
“No, I want to hear your voice.”
A thrill shot through me, leaving goosebumps all over my body. I clenched around him.
Goddess, he is large.
“Yes, I can.”
He pulled back, almost completely out, before driving into me again, harder this time, the delicious friction igniting every part of me. My name fell from his lips, raw and hoarse, and the sound drove me closer to the edge.
Our movements grew feral, a dance of lust and power that was as archaic as it was irresistible. Each thrust was a declaration of war on my sanity, each retreat a promise of the sweet torment to come. His touch was fire, searing my skin, leaving me craving the agony of his possession. We were two creatures of the ocean, bound by a carnality that knew no bounds, no conscience, no rules, but those of our own desperate desire.
It was just us. We moved in perfect sync and it felt good, freeing. The pressure inside me built until I was trembling on the brink of release. He seemed to feel it too, his movements growing faster, more urgent.
His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit again, and circling, he pushed me over the edge. My orgasm tore through me like a storm, my body tightening around him as I cried out, my nails raking down his back. I shattered, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me, unstoppable, all-consuming.
But Adrian didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me, pushing me higher, deeper into the pleasure until I could barely breathe. His body tensed, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he stilled, groaning as he spilled into me, the warmth of his cum mingling with mine.
As we came down from the ecstasy, the realization of what had just happened settled between us like a dense fog. Our breathing ragged, our bodies pressed together in a mess of tangled limbs, the intensity of our mating leaving me lightheaded and raw.
Adrian’s chest rose and fell against mine, his forehead resting against my shoulder. I felt his heartbeat pounding in sync with my own, but beyond the afterglow of pleasure, something else stirred, something heavier, unspoken.
I exhaled shakily, my fingers still curled into his skin. As reality seeped back in, so did the flood of emotions I had tried to suppress. The bond between us throbbed, alive and undeniable, but it carried more than just desire. It carried the pressure of everything we were running from.
I shouldn’t have gone this far, shouldn’t have dragged him into this mess, and now that the bond can’t be severed, I don’t know what to do. I had been reckless, letting myself fall so deeply into this moment. There were so many things I couldn’t control and this was the only thing I should’ve resisted. The walls I’d built around myself were crumbling, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it.
Adrian withdrew, stepping back slightly as he lowered my legs to the floor. His fingers gently brushed my hair away from my face, his eyes now clear from the lust, clouded with something else, perhapsconflicted. He held my gaze, searching as though trying to decipher the same tangled emotions that swirled between us.
“Iryen…” His voice was low, raw, filled with satisfaction and hesitation.
I gathered the torn remnants of my top, fashioning a makeshift covering from the seashells and golden chains I always kept with me. It was a distraction, something to do with my hands as the impact of our mating settled.
How could I explain to a hybrid who was leaving in two days that we were mates, that this bond, chosen by the goddess, was sacred, and yet, being together is forbidden? The way we connected was disturbing. Too much to process all at once for someone who didn’t belong in my world. Someone who couldn’t.
I was caught between wanting him with a force that terrified me and the crushing pressure of my responsibilities, responsibilities that went far beyond anything he could understand.
“This… connection.” He pressed when I didn’t acknowledge him. “It’s not because you saved me, is it? I felt it even before that.” His words pierced through my ears, and I swallowed hard, my throat tight.
“No,” I admitted quietly. “But it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters,” he shot back, his brow furrowing, nostril flaring, anger and confusion swirling in his gaze. “Why shouldn’t?”
I laughed, but the sound came out bitter, hollow.
“Because nothing in my life is simple, Adrian. Nothing.” My voice trembled as the responsibility of my kingdom, the council, and everything else I carried came crashing down on me, suffocating the flicker of hope that could rise between us. “There’s so much you don’t know, so much I can’t tell you. My kingdom, the council, this bond… it’s all too much.”
Adrian’s gaze hardened, pupils narrowing into vertical slits, a halftransformation. This is getting out of control. “You think it’s simple for me? I didn’t ask for this either, Iryen. But here we are.”
