Page 113 of All the Devils are Here

He moved with intent and purpose, finding his own release. Every tentacle tightened on my skin, throbbing with the waves of his orgasm. I felt every single sucker and every jet of heat inside me.

“You wanted to know,” he said, human hand reaching between my legs as he slipped out of me. “If it glowed.”

“If what glowed?” My mind was still reeling.

“My cum,” he said quietly. “And yes. It does.”

He caught what was dripping out of me and pressed a handprint to my stomach. “In the dark you can see it more. And I can’t wait to cover you with it from head to toe, so you glow too.”

Dragging his fingers up my skin, he reached my lips, tracing the glow onto them with his thumb. “And with venom?” He grinned, and I shuddered. Under his venom I would want to bathe in it. Hell, I wanted to bathe in it right fucking now.

“Do it.” I kissed his chest, and left a glowing lip print ofhim. “Bond me. Please, I need to feel you.”

I wasn’t entirely sure how we made it over to the water, but we were bathed in the warmth of it together. “This won’t be easy,” he said. “You will panic, but I have you.”

“Why am I panicking?”

“This requires you to breathe water.”

I shook my head. “I thought we were bonding?”

“We are. And as soon as we do… you know what happens.”

Swallowing, I nodded.

“For me it will be easier underwater. And,” he smiled, “there are things I want to show you.”

“While fucking me?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Breathing under water did make me nervous, but I’d done it once before when he rescued me from the boat. It would be nice to know how it felt while conscious.

“What do I need to do?”

“Come down with me, and breathe out everything. Past where you think you need to. Past where your body begins to panic. Until your mind is screaming.”

I blinked at him. “That sounds fun.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

He wouldn’t.

His tentacles were still tangled in my legs, and we submerged together. I obeyed, blowing the breath out of my lungs until my mind told me I needed to push off the bottom andbreathe.

Trin’s tentacles kept me below the surface, and I blew out more air. I was panicking. There wasn’t any way not to. My mind was flashing back to those moments under the sea, and the boat was sinking in front of me and I was thrashing, trying to get free.

“Meg,” Trin’s hands held my face. “You’re safe. Breathe out a little more. You’re almost there.”

I shook my head. This was impossible. How could I breathe out more? I was going to die. I was going todie.

Closing my eyes, I forced the tiny last vestiges of breath from my lungs, and felt a sting on my arm. I inhaled, and water flooded my body, but there wasn’t any panic. It felt like inhaling pure oxygen. My eyes flew open and found Trin beaming. “Better?”

“Yeah.” I coughed, and that was a fucking weird feeling. “But I don’t know how often I can do that.”

My voice sounded different underwater. A little lower and more resonant. I was talking. Underwater. “This is so weird.”

“Hopefully a good weird.” Trin’s tentacles moved me, turning me around and locking my back to his chest. They wrapped around my legs like that first time I joined him in the water, but his cock pushing into me and making me moan was a big difference. “What—why?”

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