“That is g-gooood?” she moaned, as he moved his fingers inside her. It sounded delightful.
It was delightful.
August chuckled, his deep laugh, rumbling like the timbers of his craft as it shifted.
“Mmm.” Meghan sank her fingers into the bath and covered his hand with her own. “Y-you are not allowed to leeeave.” Meghan arched, lifting forward to push herself against him.
“Would you like to come?”
Meghan whimpered. “Yes!” she rasped. “Please!” Water sloshed around the top. It slid like a wave and soaked August.
He groaned.
She started to apologize, but he pressed his fingers against her sensitive place in the way she needed. “How pretty you beg,” he panted. He slipped the cloth between her legs, stroking her clean.
“Now I’m going to touch you and make you come—screaming my name.”
He laid his palm over that aching place.
She cried out.
His fingers slid inside, then withdrew, then stroked forward again—slow and steady. The feel of his touch, the splash of water spilling over the edge, brought her higher.
Moaning, she lifted her hips to his rhythm as it grew faster. Her naughty movements sent the filmy water lapping over the edge and onto the floor.
“Please,” she begged.
“How wet you are,” he rasped.
A small iridescent bubble floated between her eyes. It landed on the tip of her nose.
August kissed it away with apop.
That place he stroked throbbed and ached. Meghan dug her fingers into the side of the tub. “Au-August?”
“I want you tocomefor me, siren.”
The dark circle at the center of his eyes threatened to devour the blue.
He touched that secret spot within her and she gasped.
“August!” she sobbed. “Please. Please…!”
“Please stop?” That smile she loved was there in his question. “Or please don’t stop?” he purred.
He knew what she wanted, but logic and pleasure were so twisted up that her words were too tangled in her mind to come out.
The rough growth on his cheek brushed her skin, marking her as surely as any brand.
“I am cruel, Meghan mine,” he said harshly, “but also capable of great benevolence.”
Meghan panted. Yes, she did know that to be true about him.
Then he leaned down, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked deep. Meghan bit her lip and kept biting.
Her eyes were so heavy. She wanted to close them and just feel all of this. But she needed to see him more.
Meghan raised her lashes.
