Page 93 of The Sea of Zemira (The Zemiran Chronicles 1)

The captain sucked in a breath, his eyes glinting with want as he devoured her naked form. A pink blush raised to her cheeks. Nola was tempted to draw the silk sheet over her body, but she swaddled herself with his torso instead. She molded into him, rejoicing in the closeness of his touch. He untangled himself from her for a moment and pinned her hands above her.

“Finally.” He toyed with her, blowing away a few strands of her hair that were floating over her perfect features.

“What?” she asked.

“This is how I imagined you ever since we met.” His tone dropped. “On my bed, in my quarters, breathless.” He drew in, lips teasing hers with tiny kisses under her earlobes. “Naked.” His brow rose, “And completely at my mercy.”

A low giggle left Nola’s lips but stopped short as mischief gleamed in his eyes. He quickly began unbuckling his belt.

Air hitched in her throat as he kicked free of his trousers and moved over her, his broad frame sweeping over hers. Lincoln’s torrid breaths brushed her skin as he drew in closer, his erection pressing onto her thigh.

When Lincoln’s hands started to move, though, stroking upwards along the inside of her legs, she stilled.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Um—”

His movement paused. “Do you want me to stop?”

Nola’s eyes twinkled. “No, just go slowly.”

Lincoln gave her a cheeky smile as he continued running his fingers up her legs. She arched as his fingers trailed between her thighs.

“Oh my—!”

Her fingernails reached out and gripped hold of his hair, giving it a tight, aggressive squeeze. The feeling was quite exhilarating; she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life.

Lincoln’s touch made the siren girl’s head spin—unlike anything she had ever felt. Nola moaned as she arched her back upward into a beautiful abyss of ecstasy.

Nola laid gasping, pleasure still wrapping around her like the gentle foam from a receding tide.

“Lincoln?” She watched him position himself over her, his arousal parting her thighs.

“Nola, I need you. Now.”

She writhed beneath him in complete and utter surrender, then wrapped her legs around his waist, and their bodies became one. She winced, her hands coiling around him in a lustful grip.

Bathed in sweat, the world around them seemed to pause—there was nothing but pleasure and passion.

Lincoln deepened himself into her and watched her lips part, letting out a quiet moan. She opened her eyes to see him over her, loving her like the sea desperately needing the moon.

Their bodies moved to the beat of a wave. Lincoln bent to hug her tight, placing his hand at the bottom of her spine. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, allowing him to lift her slightly from the damp sheets, bringing her mouth closer to his ear.

She moaned again—he loved it.

Lust and passion encircled her senses, making it hard for her to even think.

Please, don’t ever let me go,Nola thought as he gripped the back of her knee to pull her in closer.

Then suddenly, the last of their barriers burst, and they scaled the peak of pleasures together. Nola cried out his name, her fingernails raking down his shoulder, leaving light marks against his skin.

Blissfully exhausted, Lincoln collapsed beside her, catching up on his breaths. She laid against him; their legs entwined. Physically, Nola had never felt more nervous, more vulnerable. But in her heart, she had never felt safer or happier than she was at that moment.

The siren girl noticed a fresh scratch on his shoulder, one she had left in the heat of the moment.

“I cut you,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He laughed, the vibration humming through her. “Fear not, beautiful siren. I have had worse.”

“From enemies?”

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