Page 52 of Kiss for My Kraken
“Are you sure you want to do this now?”
“Yes. I want to forget about everything except you.”
“Your wish is my command.”
She gave a breathless laugh as he swept her up into his arms and carried her up the narrow stairs to her loft bedroom. Even in this form he was incredibly strong and powerful. He laid her carefully on the bed, then lay down next to her, propping himself on one arm to gaze down at her.
“I like your land form,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. “But then I like all of your forms.”
He growled, and bent his head to kiss her. His lips were soft and warm and she opened her mouth to the thrust of his tongue. The feel of it sliding against hers intoxicated her. He kissed her until she was breathless, then began to move down her body, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could find.
She moaned when his mouth found her breasts, nipping and licking her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. When he sucked hard on one, she almost came right then and there.
“Sam!” She tugged at his shoulders, desperate to have more of him.
He chuckled, his warm breath caressing her damp skin. “Patience, little minnow. I want to taste all of you.”
She shuddered at the promise in his voice, her hands falling to her sides. He released a tentacle and it slid up under her dress, wrapping around her thigh and she felt the tip probing delicately at the edge of her panties. Oh God.
He resumed his leisurely exploration of her breasts, first one and then the other, as the tentacle teased her, tracing circles on the inside of her thigh. It moved higher, sliding over the damp fabric between her legs and she couldn’t hold back a gasp of pleasure at the intimate caress.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his fingers slipping beneath the neckline of her dress. With a quick tug, the fabric parted, exposing her body to his hungry gaze. “So perfect.”
Her underwear followed, leaving her entirely naked. He sat up to look at her and she bit her lip as his gaze raked over her. His tentacle continued its maddening caresses between her thighs, sliding back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Liquid heat pooled in her belly.
“Sam, please.” Her voice came out breathless, pleading.
“Please what?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curving in a teasing smile.
“Please. I need you. All of you.”
His smile widened and he bent down to kiss her again, deeply, thoroughly, and she lost herself in the sensation. She tore her mouth away from his, gasping as she felt the tentacle probe at her wet heat. His eyes blazed with hunger as he watched her, his fingers continuing to play with her nipples.
“So wet,” he murmured. “So ready. I love how responsive you are, little minnow.”
The tentacle slid inside her, just the tip and she moaned. “More. I want all of you.”
The tentacle plunged deeper and she cried out in pleasure as it filled her. It twisted and swirled inside her, stimulating all those sensitive nerves. More of his tentacles emerged, wrapping around her legs and spreading them wide. One wrapped around her waist and she felt the suckers on her skin, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her.
He was everywhere, inside her and around her, and she was helpless to do anything but surrender to the sensations. She felt her climax building, coiling tight inside her, and then it exploded in a burst of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.
Just as she started to float back down, his tentacles lifted her body to his waiting mouth. His long tongue swiped across her swollen flesh and she gasped. He repeated the movement, lingering this time and she writhed against him.
He chuckled, his breath teasing her. “I love the sounds you make.”
Then his tongue plunged deep inside her. She was still sensitive, and she cried out at the unexpected pleasure. He swirled histongue, finding every hidden place, and she could only cling to him as he drove her closer and closer to another climax. His tongue flicked her clit and she came with a scream, her body shaking helplessly.
“Sam. Oh God, Sam.”
She collapsed, her chest heaving, and he gently lowered her back to the bed. Then he stretched out beside her, pulling her into the curve of his arm. He was no longer in his land form, but his tentacles wound around her body, keeping her close. She rested her cheek against his chest, savoring the feeling of his heart beating beneath her skin.
“Better?” he murmured into her hair.
“So much better,” she said, her eyelids already growing heavy. “You are very skilled at distractions.”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through him and into her. “Sleep, my little minnow.”
But despite the pleasant afterglow, sleep didn’t come. She tried not to disturb Sam but he eventually sighed and rolled over her, careful to keep his weight off of her.
