Page 18 of Rock of Stages
Naiya caught my gaze and her cheeks flushed, as if she also felt it. “Like this?” She tried to pick up a sushi roll, but it fell out of her grip and landed on her plate. She laughed. “Maybe I’ll need more practice with those fun sticks. I’ve used these before.” She reached for the fork instead.
I loved watching her, talking to her, just being near her. We spoke about everything while we ate, including one of myfavorite subjects—music. Spending time with her cracked a fissure in the stone-hard shield covering my heart. We lingered through wine and dessert, and I tumbled even deeper into this cavern of falling for a mermaid.
We took the elevator down to my cabin. Heat built between us as we stood almost touching in the confined space. If we were alone…
But we weren’t. The space was packed with other supes. Instead, I stole a glance at her, and when she caught my eye with a naughty gleam in hers, I sensed we were on the same page.
Sensual tension swirled between us, like rising steam. Even just the touch of her hand in mine singed me with electricity. The urge to touch more of her skin, feel her body pressed against mine rose. I tried to suppress an erection, but it was no use. Good thing no one was approaching from the opposite direction—they’d face a gargoyle sporting a massive hard-on.
By the time we reached my cabin, every nerve inside hummed with anticipation. I unlocked the door, my heart thundering as I let her in.
She turned and stared at me, her green eyes dark with desire. Her chest rose and fell, lips parted as we stared at each other. And then…we crashed together like a collision of tectonic plates. All the tension that had been building between us imploded.
“Naiya,” I whispered as I kissed, delving into her sweet mouth and tasting her.
She pulled away just enough to utter, “I want you, Caleb,” in a breathy voice and tugged at my shirt.
I pulled it off and her gaze hooded as it roamed over me. My beast urged me forward, to claim her.
I scooped her up and carried her to my bed. While I removed her dress, I kissed down her body, exploring every satin inch of her skin. Her breasts. Her pink nipples. I took each pert one intomy mouth. Marking her with my lips, my touch. Marking her asmine.
How? She lived in another world, one I couldn’t access.
“Caleb.” She released a soft moan and ran her fingers through my hair.
I could stay here forever worshiping her, but there was so much more to touch…and taste. When I moved down her torso and kissed around her belly button, she squirmed.
“That tickles,” she murmured.
“How about this?” I slid down her body, pushing the top of her delicate pink lace panties down, and kissed her skin. The scent of her arousal drove my beast feral, and my rock-hard cock ached in desperation to sink inside her.
She gasped, arching her lower body up. “That feels”—she paused, sounding breathless—”really good.”
“Good.” I puffed my chest out. “Because that’s how I want you to feel.” I slid her panties off and inhaled her heady fragrance. My body throbbed, dizzy with need. I drank in the sight of her, exposed and slick, waiting for me. So tempting. I dipped my head and tasted her sweet honey—an instant addiction. She shuddered with a relieved sigh, settling back onto my bed.
What a divine sensory feast. She was a gift from the gods of the sea. Seeing what she liked and how she responded ramped up my desire as well as hers. And more so—I couldfeelit on a deeper level. Like our souls whispering to each other. I could sense her emotions. It was surreal. Incredible.
As I increased the pace, her sighs and moans grew louder. Her limbs tightened. She was getting close. And I was right there on the edge with her, rock hard with anticipation.
Then she crashed, crying out before she went still. What a rush. I wanted to pleasure her like that again and again.
As she came down from her high, I removed the rest of my clothing. I sheathed myself with a condom, my hands trembling. I wanted her so badly. Her eyes were at half-mast but full of fire as she watched me, then she reached out her arms.
“I need you,” she pleaded.
Fuck yes. I slid my large body over her much smaller one, careful not to crush her. While I teased her with the head of my cock, I kissed her lips, her neck. With our size difference, I had to ensure she was ready for me.
I edged the tip in, slowly, then paused. She was so tight—and felt so fucking good.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she rasped out, grasping tighter.
Centimeter by aching centimeter, I rocked in, letting her adjust to my girth. Deeper I drove, then I was finally fully inside her.
And I knew.
She was the one. The only fucking one. “Mate,” I murmured, like a one-word primitive beast.
