After Lincoln undressed, the two lovers strolled hand by hand into the chilly lake. He appeared bedazzled as the water settled above her breasts.
The shallow water felt light against her skin. It was different, unlike the salty, grainy sensation from the sea.
The handsome pirate would not dawdle nor waste time to have her close to his body again.
“I already feel it,” she said. “The muscles down my legs are fighting for the change.”
The captain examined her face, watching her confidence fade away. “Will it away, Nola,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Choose not to change.”
Nola squeezed her eyes shut, steadied her breath, and focused with all the strength she had. However, the pull continued bringing her legs together.
When she opened her eyes, she felt the burning sensation as if her legs had indeed changed.
Breathe, Nola. You can do this,she told herself.
Lincoln swam closer towards her and stopped once he stood inches from her face. He then placed his hands behind her neck. Nola stiffened. His other hand reached up to caress her lips with his thumb, leaning forward and giving her a few tender kisses.
“Come back to me,” he said to her. “Come back to me, my love.”
Fear spiraled inside her. “You’re too close,” she said, urging him to move back. “I might—”
“You won’t hurt me,” he said, “I’m not lettin’ go. I trust you.”
The siren felt safe with him, but she did not trust herself. All she could do was focus on the irises of his eyes. Their gaze would not falter. Her heart rate slowed, her mind was brought back to her tail, willing her body to transform again.
Lincoln’s hand dropped to her waist, sliding across her hips, where the scales had formed. As his thumbs ran gingerly around her figure, her tail smoothed out, blending back into her delicate, soft skin.
Nola drew in a deep breath as the calming silence enveloped her senses. The tug between her legs was gone, her tail began to split, and the rough scales slowly went away.
As her body settled back to her human-like form, she felt his erection press up against her legs. His fingers trailed up to her breasts and slowly caressed her skin. Then, one of his hands slid down her navel and stopped in between her thighs.
Fear was quickly replaced by the lustful need she had for the handsome man holding her in the water.
Lincoln, transfixed by the woman he loved and the reflection of her naked body through the transparency of the water, drew in an animalistic craving.
“Nola,” he hummed in her ear, “You are stunnin’. No matter what form you are in. You’re perfect.”
The siren knew she was far from perfection, but hearing those words brought a tingling feeling between her legs. She looked heavenward as she roamed the tip of her fingers down Lincoln’s sculpted chest, tracing the dips of his muscles. Though she felt abashed, she still wanted him as much as he did her.
A satisfied smile shone across her face as she slowly wrapped her arms around him. The captain’s lips crashed against hers as his toned arms tightened around her waist, sending a warm rush up her spine.
Nola released the kiss to get some air, but he quickly leaned forward, recapturing her mouth. He threaded his hands gently through her hair, carefully directing her neck to bend back, and hovered his lips near hers.
“Lincoln!” she said, nearly whispering from her shaky voice.
He released her hair and pressed his forehead to hers.
“Oh, how much I want to hear you whisper my name like that every single day for the rest of my life.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her to his hips, keeping her secure so she would not fall back.
The moment was perfect.
Suddenly, an echoing bell rang out from a distance, causing the two to look over Nola’s shoulder, followed by a tumultuous roar that shook the trees. The water swished around them.
“Horrible timin’,” he said, pulling her in for one more chaste kiss.
When their lips parted, she knitted her brows together. “What was that?” she asked.
His mouth curled up. “It seems as though they have found the giant.”