His hand shoots out of the sand and grasps my wrist, a movement so quick it makes me gasp.
My eyes flick to his face, and he’s staring right at me, his eyes as blue and stormy as the ocean. The intensity of his look makes my pulse quicken and my core turn to liquid.
It feels like hours that his gaze is locked with mine, but it must only be a few seconds. Then his eyes move down my face to my mouth open with shock.
His look travels down my throat to my chest. I’m leaning over him, my top fallen open, and he must be able to see down my top to my breasts pushed together in the bra I shoved on this morning.
He takes his time looking me over, and I feel myself melt under his gaze.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, and I glance down his body. Between his legs, the giant sea snake is stirring to life. I’m transfixed, terrified and turned on all at once.
His cock unfurls and hardens, the length stretching out down his thigh. It’s purple and thick and stirs feelings inside me I’ve never felt before. A need. A longing that none of the neighborhood boys have ever stirred in me.
I’m dripping wet, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. I let out a whimper.
The man groans, and my gaze darts back to his face.
His eyes are dark and hooded. He croaks one word.
“Mine.”
Then his eyes close, his grip on my wrist loosens, and he falls unconscious onto the sand.