Page 48 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
Najar growls with anger and rushes over to the wardrobe.
Just when I’m about to follow through with my promise, he comes back brandishing a small sword.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
With a mighty roar, he brings it down on the far edge of one of my restraints, severing it neatly.
Now that I have one arm free, Najar manages to partially pull me out of the deep crevice in the mattress and then uses his blade to cut the last of the restraints.
He liberates me from the chasm in the bed and holds me tightly in his arms.
His very bare and muscular arms, I might add.
I’m surprised to find that he’s the one shaking, not me.
My natural instinct is to soothe. “Hey, it’s okay.” I reach my arms around his lower back, just under where his tentacles are positioned. “That was really scary, but you were able to save me. Thank you.”
I look up into his eyes, which are filled with a feverish need that renders me momentarily breathless.
Without any warning, Najar’s mouth descends on mine with possessive intent.
Everything about him is scorching hot—his skin, his mouth, his breath mingling with mine. Wrapped in his arms, I’m enveloped in the essence of him while his lips devour mine with eager hunger. A tentacle starts massaging my head and he tilts it back to get better access to my mouth. I open my mouth and allow his tongue inside, moaning as it lays claim to me so thoroughly that I just want to scream “Take me now!”
I press closer to him and start running my hands all over his rock-hard chest and abs. When I get a little weak in the knees—who knew that was a real thing?—his powerful arms easily hold me upright, and I sigh with pleasure. If I’m being honest with myself, I could probably kiss him all night long. But my cock has aspirations for a whole hell of a lot more.
Even through my pajamas and thick robe, I can feel Najar’s hot and hard arousal pressed up against me. From what I can tell, it’s just as impressive as the rest of him.
Would it be a bad idea if I started grinding on him?
But before I can test that out, Najar suddenly pulls back, lets me go, and steps back, putting some distance between us.
I sway on my feet, more than a little disoriented.
Najar’s breathing heavily, and as he studies me his nostrils flare and his chest heaves.
So damn hot.
He also has a very obvious tent in his pants, and I can’t help but feel a smidge smug.
I’m still trying to regain control of my mental faculties so I can form coherent words after the most arousing kiss of my entire life when Najar strides over to the wall with the button of doom.
“No! Don’t touch it!”
He ignores me and holds down the button for several seconds until the automated voice says, “Intimacy mode deactivated.”
I watch in amazement as the bed re-inflates to its normal state, the hot tub stops spurting water in the air, and the lights go back to the way they were before.
“Oh thank fuck,” I whimper as I collapse in a heap on the floor.
Najar helps me up and sits me down on the end of the bed.
I shudder. “I think I’ll sleep on the floor. I’m going to have nightmares about that bed for life.”
He makes a weird sound, and I look up into his eyes, startled to find him on the verge of laughter.
And just like that, he can’t hold it in anymore, and he starts laughing with wild, raucous abandon.
I can’t even be mad at him for it because he looks so beautiful when he truly lets go like this.
