Page 25 of Seducing Scylla
Her lips, already so close to mine, close the distance, crashing onto mine in a flurry of desperation. I savor the feeling of her satiny soft hands embracing both sides of my face. Our mouths dance feverishly with one another, the saltiness of the ocean and my tears mingling on our lips. I let a soft moan slip free, eliciting a growling rumble in Scylla’s chest. I huff a laugh into our kiss, a smile chasing it as I gently pull free. I stare at Scylla, tracing my hands down the sharp planes of her cheekbones, admiring the otherworldly beauty that she is.
“I have been wanting to do that ever since you kissed me goodbye.” Scylla smiles shyly back at me.
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first saw you.” I laugh, heat blooming in my cheeks.
“It has been hard to resist the mate bond between us, but I wanted you willing and freely.”
I nod, swallowing thickly, and eye the tentacles that hold me tightly. The erotic thoughts of those tentacles caressing me and touching me in places I should be ashamed of have been on my mind constantly. But I’m not ashamed at all.
“I’m willing.”
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My breath hitches as I stare in wonder at Morgan. My mate. She is truly mine and wants me. Me? I shake the thoughts from my mind. I do not want doubt and insecurities to taint this moment with her. Heat has been a constant companion since our mate bond snapped into place. Each passing touch, every time I held her in my arms, was pure agony. Knowing I could not, would not, touch her the way I ached to without her giving herself to me completely. And now? Now, she is here, her soft body wrapped up in my tentacles, telling me she is willing.
“I want you.” Her seductive words snap me out of my contemplation, an impish smile on her face.
“I want you too.” Gods how I want her.
“Then take me.”
I do not have to be told twice. I bare my teeth at her, a wicked smile on my face. She is giving me everything I have yearned for and more, and I plan to show her my gratitude in all its forms.
“Tell me if I do something you do not like, and I will stop.”
She nods rapidly, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, in time with her breaths.
I move toward the hot pool, slowly easing us into the water. The warmth of the water feels luxurious against my skin, sending tingles down my body. Morgan closes her eyes and lets out a contented sigh as the heat envelops her.
“Eyes open. I wish to see you.” She obeys.
My tentacles slowly peel away Morgan’s dress, tossing it to the floor where it lands with a wet slap.
“What is this?” Goosebumps erupt along her skin, where I trace along the contraption hiding her creamy breasts from view with a finger. Morgan opens her mouth to answer me.
“Never mind. You do not need it.” The flimsy thing comes apart with little resistance as I slice through it with a claw and deposit it unceremoniously with her dress. Morgan lets out a little squeak, her arms coming up to shield her body from my view.
“Do you wish for me to stop?” I hesitate.
She shakes her head, eyes wide.
“Then, none of that.”
Two of my tentacles gently pry her arms away from her body, baring her full, heavy breasts to me. I hum in approval, my mouth coming down upon her skin to lavish her in tiny, peppered kisses, trailing downwards from her jaw to her neck and across her breasts. My tongue darts out to flick against a taut, dusky pink nipple before encasing it in the warm heat of my mouth, sucking and gently teasing it with my teeth. Her breath stutters, heavy with want. When I am finished, I will have her screaming my name.
I let her nipple pop free as I move to the next one, feeling her body become pliant with each passing moment as she relaxes into my touch. She threads her fingers through my hair, and I stifle a smile by taking her other nipple into my mouth, repeating the process of sucking and teasing, and scraping the sharp points of my teeth along her tender skin. A tentacle slips free from around her body, moving to caress the abandoned nipple, a sucker latching on to the tight peak while I shower the other with attention with my mouth and tongue.
She shrieks with laughter. “That tickles!”
Detaching myself, I raise an eyebrow, looking up at her from my place between her breasts.
“Does it?”
She covers her mouth, suppressing a giggle, as a different tentacle caresses her thigh, lazily trailing upwards until it finds the tight fabric between her legs. Her giggle is cut off with a low moan as I rub my slick tentacle against her, other limbs breaking free of their hold around her body to caress her legs and stomach.
“Does it still tickle now?”
