Page 4 of Cruel Tides

“But you love it,” I cut in, nipping playfully at her pouty lips. Even after our time in the ocean, they were still as soft and luscious as ever.

My cock pulsed against her stomach, and I grumbled as her hands braced against my hips, pushing me away.

“Do I love it? Really?” she breathed out—a clear taunt. She shifted on her feet, driving me crazy as the slight movement dragged my lengthening cock against her clothed belly.

“You do.” I groaned, fighting the urge to grind myself against her. Desire burned in my throat, hot and heady, roughening my voice. “You fucking love it when I tease you.”

Her blush flared over her cheeks as her gaze averted, drifting down to my cock against her leg. “But you’re forgetting why we came in here,” she said slowly before biting at her bottom lip. “I told Barren I would help you get cleaned up, since, well…” Her voice trailed off as her fingers brushed over my bare chest again.

Steam from the bath she’d started for me was already filling up the washroom, but getting clean couldn’t have been further from my mind.

My hands moved to her waist, slipping underneath the stiff fabric covering her hips. I pressed a light kiss on her neck as I worked at the top of her pants. “Then help me.”

She let out a huff, but her neck leaned into me, welcoming even more attention. “I would if you’d stop trying to distract me.”

She thought this was a distraction? No, this was nothing compared to what I could give her. She was about to forget all about the bath, the steam, the fucking insanity we just went through, everything.

She gasped as I ripped her pants down with a quick jerk. “Lee!” Seizing her by the hips, I swung around, setting her up on top of the washroom vanity. “But you’re still hur?—”

The crash of our lips coming together silenced her, my hips nudging her legs apart until my cock was nestled high between them. She was right. The trident had fucked me up, and my body was now warring against itself, struggling with the new power electrifying my insides. But with every passing breath, my limbs grew stronger. My senses sharper. Even Claira’s scent was somehow sweeter, her nearness easing all my aches, this pain running through my chest. And I needed more. I wouldn’t stop until I’d completely lost myself in her. “I’m already feeling better,” I said, grinning.

“Clearly.” She laughed, the sound soft and comfortable. She was at ease now, but soon I’d have her writhing in my arms, panting for all the pleasures I could give her.

Without warning, I yanked up on her shirt, and what was waiting for me underneath had me breathless. In the bright lumination of the washroom, her skin shone more silken and perfect than ever.

“You’re not wearing your underthings,” I said, my throat going incredibly dry. My hand reached, moving underneath one of her bare breasts. I watched her expression change as I dragged a callused thumb over a rosy nipple.

Her shoulders bowed at just the slight touch, and I circled it again, enjoying the weight of her in my palm. Lips glistening, her mouth parted on a pant. “Is that a problem?”

My mouth quirked, and I leaned in, capturing her sweet breast in a kiss. The whimper she made when my tongue massaged her nipple into a firm point had my human cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

Poseidon help me, she was addicting.

Her taste was like a melody playing over my tongue, and I drank down every note, greedy for more.

“Lean back,” I ordered between teasing sweeps of my lips, and my beautiful mate didn’t even hesitate. The mirror behind the vanity squeaked as her back reclined against it. Her legs fell readily open, and I had never been so thankful for lantern light. “Fuck,you’re beautiful.”

“Yeah?” she breathed out, color washing over her cheeks again. Her shoulders shifted like she was nervous about me seeing her, but every soft curve, every glorious bend… Even in full view, everything about her was perfect.

“Yeah,” I answered with a growl, running my thumb down her slit. I loved how soaked and needy she was for me, with the little nub she liked me caressing so much already swollen, begging for my attention.

“And these legs.” I leaned in, tickling the side of her knee with the press of my lips. “They’re as perfect as your tail.”

A vision of her tied up under the waves came to mind—my prick spreading her scales wide, filling her up, both our bellies locked together.Fuck.

Water poured from the spout on the wall of the bath, the steam it made beating against my bare skin, heating me through. “I want to take you back to the ocean,” I confessed. My lips glided down her leg, and she groaned when I paused just short of her center.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, beautiful?” I planted a soft kiss against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. “The weight of my tail pinning you to the sand…” Another kiss, this time on the other side. “The feeling of my big cock rocking in and out of you while the waves crash over us.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, a guilty smile forming over her lips like she was enjoying imagining such a scene. Her eyes trailed down to the swell of my human cock, and I swear I could almost feel the caress of her tongue as she swept it over her lips. “Sounds nice,” she said, almost too soft to hear over the rushing sound of water behind us.

It didn’t just sound nice.

In the depths of the palace dungeons, despite the bonds holding her captive, we’d almost shared a similar moment. The next time I had her alone in the water, our joining would be fuckingperfect.

With that thought in mind, I kissed her, my lips surrounding the swollen peak crowning her slit. Claira’s legs jerked, closing around my shoulders, but I only deepened my affections, laving a broad stroke over her slit, tasting her arousal.

I hummed as my tongue dipped into her again. “You taste amazing.” The bite of salt water still lingered there, but I didn’t mind it. If anything, it made me want to take her into my arms and haul her back down to the beach with me all the more.

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