Page 34 of Kiss for My Kraken
His eyes, impossibly blue against his darkened skin, studied her with open hunger. “I want to show you something. Take a deep breath.”
She complied, filling her lungs. He tightened his hold on her and suddenly they were moving downward, submerging completely. The world transformed into filtered light and gentle pressure. She kept her eyes open, marveling at the clarity of the water and the sight of Sam in his element.
Underwater, he moved with incredible grace, his tentacles propelling them in a slow spiral. His hair floated around his face like dark seaweed, his skin shimmering with subtle iridescence. He was magnificent—powerful and alien and beautiful.
When her lungs began to burn, he sensed it immediately. They surfaced with a gentle surge, breaking into the air as she gasped.
“That was amazing,” she said when she caught her breath.
His smile was worth the momentary discomfort. “Again, my little minnow?”
They submerged several more times, each dive lasting longer as she grew more comfortable. Between dives, they kissed deeply, their bodies pressed together in the privacy of the water. She grew bolder, allowing her hands to explore the muscular expanse of his chest, the strange transition at his waist, and finally, exploring the point where his tentacles emerged from his torso.
A low sound—half growl, half purr—rumbled from his chest as her fingers traced the soft underside of one tentacle. It coiled around her wrist, not restraining but clearly responding to her touch.
“Is this okay?” she asked, running her hand along its length.
“More than okay,” he managed, his voice strained.
Encouraged, she continued her exploration. His skin felt different depending on where she touched—smoother in some places, more textured in others. His tentacles were strong but pliant, rippling with muscle beneath the surface. When her fingers found one of the suckers on the underside, his entire body shuddered.
She smiled, feeling an unexpected surge of feminine power at his response. She continued her underwater exploration, discovering what made him tense, what made him shiver, what drew those wonderful sounds from deep in his chest.
His hands moved over her as well, across her shoulders and down her back—careful, reverent touches that left trails of warmth in their wake. His tentacles shifted constantly, supporting her weight while creating swirling currents that caressed her skin through her wet undergarments.
One tentacle slid along her calf, curling gently around her ankle before moving higher. Her breath caught as it traveled up her thigh. He watched her face intently, ready to stop at the slightest sign of discomfort.
“Yes,” she whispered, answering his unspoken question.
The tentacle continued its path, sliding between her thighs with exquisite gentleness. Even through the fabric of her underwear, the pressure sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She gasped, her head falling back as sensation coursed through her body.
He took advantage of her exposed throat, his mouth trailing cool kisses from her jaw to her collarbone. His tentacle moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern that matched the pulse of the water around them. She clung to his shoulders, her body responding with growing urgency.
“Sam,” she breathed, and he responded by capturing her mouth in a kiss that stole what little breath she had left. His other tentacles tightened around her, creating a cocoon of sensation as the one between her thighs continued its maddening rhythm.
Her climax took her by surprise, crashing over her with unexpected force. She arched in his arms, her body tensing and trembling as waves of pleasure washed through her. He held her close, surrounding her with his embrace while the water buoyed her.
As she slowly returned to awareness, she found him watching her face with an expression of wonder and raw need. Their eyes met, and something passed between them—some understanding that she couldn’t put into words. She reached for him, pulling him down for another kiss even as his tentacles loosened their grip, allowing her to float freely in his embrace.
They stayed that way, entwined and weightless, for a long time. The sun dipped low, casting golden light across the water. The sound of distant bird calls and the soft lapping of water against the dock were the only noises beyond their shared breathing.
Finally, reluctantly, they separated enough to look at each other. His expression held a mix of wonder, desire, and concern.
“Are you cold?” he asked. “We should get you dry.”
“A little,” she admitted. “But I don’t want to leave the water yet.”
He smiled, a hint of wickedness lurking behind the warmth. One of his tentacles unfurled, cradling her body and lifting her until her breasts broke the surface of the water. He tugged the cups of her bra down until she was completely exposed, her nipples tightening in the cool air, but the sense of vulnerability only heightened her arousal. He leaned down and captured one rosy peak between his lips, his tongue circling the sensitive bud.
She moaned softly, arching her back to meet his mouth. His tentacle curled tighter around her, holding her in position as he moved to her other breast, repeating his attentions. He switched between them, teasing and suckling until she thought she’d go mad with pleasure.
One of his tentacles slid between her legs again and this time the tip moved beneath her panties to rub against her bare flesh. She cried out, her hips bucking against the delicious pressure. Heincreased the pace, matching it to the movements of his mouth on her breast, and the tension built within her once more. She shattered, her cries echoing across the water as he coaxed her through another intense climax.
When it was over, he gathered her close, supporting her weight as she trembled in his arms.
“That was…” She trailed off, unable to find adequate words.
“Beautiful,” he supplied, pressing his forehead to hers. “You’re beautiful, Nina.”
