Her muffled moans are growing louder, her juices dripping down her thighs, and when she hits her orgasm, I hold out, fucking her hard, allowing her to ride it out. Only then do I pull out and come all over her ass, which is red and sore from my manhandling.
She collapses onto the bed the moment I let go of her, and I plant my hands on either side of her head, leaning over her as I catch my breath.
“Fuck…” I breathe as I drop onto the bed beside her. She doesn’t move, but her heart is pounding. I frown, wondering if it was too much for her. I reach around her, removing the panties from her mouth and take hold of her chin, forcing her to turn and look at me. “Sira?”
Her breath hitches, her eyes fluttering open as she stares at me.
“Y-yes?” she asks.
I shake my head, not knowing what to say. I’ve never cared or wanted to please anyone… It was always about taking… why the fuck am I asking her how she feels? So instead, I cock a brow. “One round and you’re already wasted?” I mock.
“I could go again,” she counters, rolling her eyes. I smirk.
“Sure, you could,” I reply. She may be able to, but for some reason, I don’t want to push her to that limit. I frown. I don’t care. I shouldn’t care.
“No, really, I could,” she whispers, as she now turns towardsme, one arm lightly covering her breasts.
“Maybe, but I think you should sleep. I can assure you, you’ll feel it tomorrow,” I say, pulling the bedsheet over us. She bites her lips, rolling her eyes as if she doesn’t believe me, and I wrap my arm around her and tug her close, our naked bodies pressed against one another.
We’re silent, and despite the satisfaction of finally having fucked her, I’m far too aware of how good she feels pressed against me… I’m holding a woman after sex.
The thought makes me uneasy, even if she is my mate. I shouldn’t be getting close to her.
“And the sea sirens? What are your plans for them?” she asks quietly.
A cold smile crosses my lips, and I raise an eyebrow at the random question out of the blue. “They are nothing more than monsters. Once Morcant’s dead, the rest will follow until the waters of Varindor are coloured with their blood.”
She’s silent, and I look down at her, but her eyes are hidden by her thick lashes, her gaze averted, one hand lightly tracing circles on my chest. It’s far too intimate, but I’m unable to bring myself to move her away.
These emotions are weaknesses, I know that… but I can’t deny them either.
“Not all of them are bad, right? There are children… innocent beings, too,” she whispers.
“I don’t care. The sea sirens will be but a memory soon enough. I promise you that. But for land dwellers, I promise a safe world.”
She doesn’t respond this time, and I wonder if she’s fallen asleep. Her eyes are shut, and her breathing is even. Frowningslightly, I reach over and blow out the lantern, settling to sleep myself.
I look down at her. Even in the darkness, I can make out her features.
She’s flawless…
I brush my fingers down her back, feeling the hum of the bond. “Don’t you feel it? This? Why can’t you?” I murmur a question I have no answer to, but one I truly wish I did.
A Line Crossed
Kai
When the cockerel sounds from outside, she doesn’t even move, breathing softly and deeply – sleeping without a care in the world.
I sit up, looking at the torn dress that lies discarded to the side. It’s a good thing I got her a couple. A few marks are still blemishing her smooth skin; her long hair falls over her shoulder, curling around her face. I rest my weight on my elbow and kiss her shoulder lightly, enjoying the feel of her against my lips. My hand ghosts over her elbow, and she shivers, leaning back against me.
What am I doing?
Staring at her, I replay last night: the sex, the passion, the hunger for one another…
I move away and turn, staring out of the small window. The memory from the woods comes to me, and I frown as something I have avoided thinking about comes to the forefront of my mind again. Was it a trick of the light, or was she leaning towards him? Like she was about to kiss that man? And not just any kiss, but –I shake my head.
She can’t be a sea siren, can she?
