What if I eliminated the couch? Then Marin would sleep with me in the bedroom, wake up to a boner and initiate the talk about sexuality.
Perfect.
Making sure Marin wasn’t watching me from the kitchen, I tipped a dollop of wax on the couch, but it solidified. This wasn’t wax play, I had to go all in.
Angling the candle to the backrest, I cursed the small flame that didn’t reach the fabric…This was a stupid idea anyway.
“I think we got too much yogurt for the dip.” Marin’s voice was close as he returned from the kitchen.
Startled, I yelped and dropped the candle on the couch.
It caught fire like its life depended on it.
“Scheiße!” I yelled. “Fire!”
Marin set the bowls on the floor and rushed my way. With one glance at the flame, he pulled me aside and dashed towards the door. “Don’t move!”
By the entrance, he grabbed a fire extinguisher, pointed it, and sprayed the fabric. The fire spread to the middle cushion and burst higher.
I jumped back while Marin doused it, putting the fire down, then dropped the extinguisher.
“Are you okay?” He held me at arms’ length, inspecting my body, his tentacles touching me with delicate, frantic movements.
“Yes. I’m sorry.” My voice trembled.What the fuck was I thinking?I looked down at my shaking hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’m glad you’re okay.” Marin cupped my face, kissed me quickly, then pulled away. His gaze bore into mine as he took deep breaths.
This time, it was my turn. I captured his lips and deepened the kiss, sending my tongue to explore. His natural ocean scent filled my nose, calming me and spiking my arousal at the same time. He tasted of my dreams and my deepest desires.
The animalistic growl rumbling in Marin’s chest weakened my knees and I held onto him for dear life. He kept me steady, then pulled me up with his tentacles under my thighs and ass, backing me against the wall. Caged in his embrace, I was free to lose myself in the kiss, in the way his tongue chased mine as if he were afraid I’d run away.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, trapping my hard-on against his abs, and ground on him. My heart raced and my head cleared away the mountain of overthinking that had piled up there. I buried my fingers in his hair, hoping I could live in this dream state forever.
Except no dream could feel as good as Marin’s grip on me—as his tentacles pulsing against my back, thighs, and ass.
Then he broke away, leaving me panting for more, chasing his lips with my tongue. But he pressed me back to the wall with a tentacle across my chest.
“Don’t put yourself in danger like that.” Marin growled, the sound rumbling deep within his chest.
Holy fuck, that was sexy.
“Or what? You’ll spank me?” I thrust my hips, poking my cock into his abs.
“No, because you’d like that.”
Cold sweat broke on my back. “What did you say?”
Marin froze for a moment so quick that I’d miss it if I blinked. Sending his tentacles moving, he grabbed me by the wrists and pinned them to the wall behind me, above my head.
“Is this what you want?” He whispered against my lips.
I squirmed in his grip, the entrapment sending shivers through me.
“Is that what you’re offering?” I thrust my chin up.
He let go of my wrist and wrapped his tentacle around my throat, tightening it like a snake would its victim.
“Yes.” His tone was decisive. Gone was the hesitation from before.
