Panic flared briefly as I lost his supporting hold, the weight of my soaked gown threatening to pull me under. I scrambled for the ledge, fingers grasping at the slick edge, trying to lift myself, to breathe.
But then, just as quickly as he had left, Ky’rn was back. His powerful chest pressed flush against my back, his arm snaking around me, holding me secure.
It was a primal gesture, one that spoke of possession and protection.
As I gasped for breath, his other hand snaked around my waist and slipped past the slit in my dress, fingers brushing the delicate lace of my thong.
His fingers were deft, exploring my folds through the lace of my thong and the warmth that lay beneath. I shuddered, arching into his touch, moaning softly as his hand began to move in earnest at a pace that set my pulse racing anew. All the while, his lips roamed over the sensitive column of my neck, each nip and kiss sending delicious tingles down my spine.
“Let go,”he whispered huskily.“Just feel, Isla.”
And I did.
Every sensation was magnified, from the press of his solid chest against my back to the rhythmic motion of his fingers against my core. The world narrowed to just the two of us, the heat of our passion, and the sensations he was drawing out of me. The weight of the day, the fears and anxieties that had plagued me, faded into the background, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
The sensation of his mouth on my neck, teasing and tasting, combined with the deliberate strokes of his hand, was intoxicating. Every touch sent waves of pleasure radiating through me. I leaned back into him, giving in to the sensations, letting him guide me through the whirlwind of ecstasy. My moans mixed with the gentle lapping of the water, the sounds echoing in the chamber, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.
“Pretend we are on a beach,”he murmured.“White sands stretching as far as the eye can see, and waves of the most beautiful shade of lavender washing over them.”
I closed my eyes, letting the vivid image he painted envelop me. The cold confines of the chamber were replaced with the warmth of an exotic beach, the faint hum of machinery drowned by the rhythmic lull of waves.“Tell me,”I begged, my voice shaky with desire.“Tell me what you’re doing to me.”
His fingers, both rough and gentle, slid beneath the delicate fabric of my thong. The electrifying touch sent shockwaves through me as he expertly traced the contours of my most sensitive areas. When he found my clit, a jolt of pleasure surged through me, causing me to arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips.
“I’m claiming you,”he murmured, his tone deep and primal.“Here, on this beach, with only the stars as our witnesses. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before, to make you mine in every way.”
His thumb began to make slow, deliberate circles on my clit, increasing in pressure with every pass. Every touch was calculated, each movement designed to push me closer and closer to the brink. The sounds of the imagined waves became louder in my ears, mirroring the building crescendo of my pleasure.
“Ky’rn,”I gasped, my fingers clutching onto his arm, needing something, anything, to anchor me in the face of the overwhelming sensations. I pressed harder against him, craving more, wanting everything he could offer.
“Yes, my Isla,”he responded, his voice filled with a possessive passion.“Let go. Give in to me.”
I felt on the verge of something powerful, teetering on the brink of sweet release. With a strangled cry, I pushed back against him, seeking more.
My mind whirled with a mix of surprise and burgeoning need when I felt two hard lengths pressing against me. Each movement, each tiny shift sent a new wave of heat to crash over me, pooling deep within. My body reacted of its own accord, arching and grinding against him, desperate for more.
Ky’rn’s growl vibrated through me, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.“Stop teasing me, Isla,”he warned, his voice laced with a need that matched my own.“I refuse to take you here, in this cold tank. When I claim you, it will be somewhere I can fill you with my essence, let you feel all of me until you are lost in waves of ecstasy, seeing nothing but stars.”
His words made my pulse race, setting every part of me on fire.
“Know that you’re mine,”he whispered fiercely. “And only mine. I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
That possessiveness, the sheer intensity of his need, it made me wild with desire. I couldn’t hold back any longer.“I want you, Ky’rn,”I moaned, pressing even more deliberately against him, feeling his hard lengths rub deliciously against my ass, only the fabric of my dress between us.“I want to be free, truly free, with you.”
His growl of approval—deeper and more feral than before—vibrated through me as his fingers moved faster, more insistent against my clit.“Then I will set you free, Isla. And in doing so, I’ll make sure you know, deep down, that you are mine and mine alone.”
His fingers found that pulsing center of my pleasure and rubbed harder, pressing and swirling in a rhythm that had my world tilting on its axis.
The sensations were overpowering; I was on the edge, teetering. The pressure built to an almost unbearable level.
He bit down on my neck, marking me, while the hard lengths at my back pressed even more insistently against me.
Waves of pleasure, more intense than anything I’d ever felt, built up inside of me. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the edges of my vision began to blur. It was as though I was floating, lost in a sea of sensation, with only Ky’rn’s touch to anchor me.
The coil of pleasure inside me wound tighter and tighter until I thought I might break from the intensity of it. And then, with one final, expert touch, it snapped.
I cried out, lost in the overwhelming tidal wave of ecstasy that washed over me. The world around me dimmed, and for a moment, everything faded to black as pleasure consumed me entirely.
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