"I know what you need." His voice dropped to a low rumble that vibrated through the water and resonated in my very bones. His dark eyes held mine, pupils blown wide with desire, and I felt his arousal pressing against my tail—hot even through the cool water. "But first, I want to feel you. Really feel you, through the bond."
He pressed his forehead to mine, and suddenly the bond between us blazed to life—brighter and stronger than before. I gasped as his emotions flooded through me—desire, yes, hotand urgent, but beneath that, something deeper. A love so vast it took my breath away. A possessiveness that should have frightened me but instead made me feel cherished, protected, claimed in the best possible way.
"Feel that?" he murmured against my lips. "That's what you do to me. What you've always done to me, from the first moment I saw you on that ship."
"I feel it," I breathed, my hands coming up to cup his face. Through the bond, I could sense his centuries of loneliness, his desperate hope when he'd first scented me, the overwhelming joy of finally having me in his arms. "Kaelan, I feel everything."
"Good." His hands found my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together, our tails intertwining. "Now let me make you feel more."
His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened, his tongue stroking against mine with devastating skill. I moaned into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck, my body arching into his. The bond amplified every sensation—I could feel his pleasure as he kissed me, could feel the way my taste made him growl low in his throat.
His hands explored my body with patient attention, tracing the line of my collarbone, skimming down between my breasts. When his palms cupped the weight of them, his thumbs brushing across my nipples, I broke the kiss with a gasp.
"So sensitive," he murmured, watching my face as he circled my nipples with his thumbs. The sensation was electric—each brush of his fingers sent sparks shooting down to my core. "I can feel your pleasure through the bond. Every touch, every sensation—I feel it as if it were my own."
He rolled both nipples between his fingers, and I cried out, my back arching, my tail thrashing in the water. The pleasure was sharp and sweet, building on itself as it echoed through thebond—my pleasure feeding into his, his satisfaction feeding back into mine, creating a loop of sensation that left me dizzy.
"Please," I keened, my hands scrambling at his shoulders. "Kaelan, I need?—"
"I know." His hands slid lower, tracing the line where my human skin gave way to siren scales. His fingers found the transition point and stroked along it with deliberate gentleness, and I shuddered at the sensation—the scales there were exquisitely sensitive, nerve endings firing in ways my human body had never experienced. "But I want to learn every inch of you first. Every spot that makes you gasp. Every touch that makes you keen."
His fingers traced lower, following the line of my tail, finding spots that made me whimper with pleasure. He seemed to know instinctively where to press, where to stroke, mapping my body with the patience of someone who had eternity to learn me.
When his fingers finally found my vent, I nearly sobbed with relief. The seam in my scales had already parted, my body opening for him without conscious thought. His fingers traced along the edges of the opening, stroking the darker scales that framed it, and I trembled at the intimacy of his touch.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his dark eyes fixed on where his fingers played along my vent. "Open and ready for me. Wet and wanting." His fingers dipped inside the opening, stroking along the sensitive folds within, and I cried out at the sensation. "Can you feel how much I want you? Through the bond?"
I could. His desire burned through our connection—hot and urgent, barely leashed. I could feel how hard he was, pressing against my tail, his ridged length throbbing with need. But beneath the desire was that steady control, that patient determination to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body before he took his own.
"I feel it," I gasped, my hips rocking against his hand, trying to draw his fingers deeper. "I feel everything. Please, Kaelan—please—" He pressed two fingers inside me, and I keened at the stretch, my inner walls clenching around him. He curled them expertly, finding that spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes, and stroked it with devastating precision.
"That's it," he rumbled, satisfaction thick in his voice. Through the bond, I felt his pleasure at my response—the way my body tightened around his fingers, the sounds spilling from my lips. "Let me feel you come apart."
His thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my vent, pressing and circling with perfect pressure. The dual stimulation—his fingers stroking inside me, his thumb working my vent—built the pleasure to a fever pitch. I could feel the orgasm gathering in my core, feel my inner walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the water. "Let go, Lily. I want to feel it."
I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my body clenching around his fingers, pleasure exploding through every nerve. I screamed his name into the water, my back arching, my tail thrashing. Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction—fierce and primal—at bringing me to release.
But he didn't stop. His fingers kept moving, kept stroking that spot inside me, kept circling my oversensitive vent. The pleasure built again before the first orgasm had even fully faded, climbing higher, faster.
"Again," he demanded, adding a third finger, stretching me wider. "Give me another one."
"I can't—" I gasped, my body shaking with overstimulation. "It's too much?—"
"You can." His voice was gentle but insistent, his fingers relentless. "Your body was made for this. Made for pleasure. Made for me." His thumb pressed harder against my vent, and I felt another orgasm cresting. "Let go. I've got you."
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping through me with devastating intensity. I sobbed against his shoulder, my body convulsing around his fingers, pleasure and overstimulation blurring together into something overwhelming and perfect. When I finally came down, trembling and gasping, he withdrew his fingers slowly, making me whimper at the emptiness. But before I could mourn the loss, I felt his vent opening against my tail—felt his ridged length emerging, hot and hard and massive.
"Now," he growled, positioning himself at my entrance. "Now I'm going to fill you properly." His tapered tip pressed against my opening, and I moaned at the pressure. Through the bond, I could feel his restraint—the effort it took not to simply thrust home and bury himself to the hilt. He was holding back, determined to make this last, to wring every last drop of pleasure from both of us.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I obeyed, my eyes meeting his in the underwater dimness. His dark gaze burned with barely leashed desire. He pushed forward slowly, and I felt the first ridge catch against my entrance. There was a moment of pressure, of stretch, and then it slipped inside, filling me with a fullness that made me gasp.
"One," he murmured, holding himself still, letting me adjust. Through the bond, I could feel his pleasure at being inside me—the tight grip of my walls around him, the heat of my body welcoming his. "Can you feel it? The ridge pressing against you?"
"Yes," I breathed, clenching around him experimentally. The sensation was incredible—the ridge pressing against my inner walls, creating friction and pressure in all the right places. "I canfeel it. More. I need more." He pressed deeper, and the second ridge slipped inside, followed by the third, then the fourth. Each one stretched me wider, filled me fuller, the spiraling pattern of his ridges hitting new spots with every inch he gained. I lost count as the sensations overwhelmed me, pleasure building with each one until I was trembling in his arms.
When he finally bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against my vent, I was gasping for breath through my gills, my entire body alight with sensation. I had never felt so full, so complete. Every ridge pressed against my inner walls, the slight curve of him hitting places I didn't know existed.
