My breaths come out in short bursts. My free leg falls to the side, knee resting on his waiting tentacle. I arch my back, pushing my ass into his hand before grinding myself against the V of his abs.
He snarls, a sound so animalistic, my heart rate leaps.
Without warning, my bikini bottom is reduced to shreds, a pile of ribbons on the ground, swollen flesh exposed to him.
I’m distantly aware of the sirens blaring in my head, warning bells urging me to step on the brakes, to stop us from crossing a line I can’t uncross. I know what this would mean for me. What would it translate to for the monster who thinks I’m his soulmate?
Whatever the answer is, the question evaporates from my mind as soon as a tentacle sinks into me. A moan tears from my throat at the same time as he releases a growl that vibrates through my bones.
It’s a gentle move, cautious, like he’s holding himself back and doesn’t want to hurt me.
I clamp around him. Somewhere in me, there’s a long rope with dents and tangles. In a single second, it’s obliterated. His sucker pulses around my clit, and there’s nothing in this universe that exists except his tentacle in my pussy.
Ordus draws back before pushing back inside me, over and over, deeper each time. I look down as warm liquid drips from his bulbed appendage onto my core and trickles around his thrusting tentacle.
He’s fucking his cum into me.
“You stretch so pretty for me, little mate.” He’s all monster. There’s no hint of the man behind that voice. “Is this where you’re hurting?”
I grunt. Choke. Whimper. I couldn’t speak even if there was a gun to my head. He might have given me power over him, butin this moment, I’m completely and utterly powerless to my own whims.
“Perfect.” Ordus sucks my clit harder, and I thrash against him, clawing at his arms, bucking against his limbs. It’s pure ecstasy.
I’m not sure what happens, but my breasts fall victim to the cool cavern air and my top is on the ground right before a long, pointed tongue laves at the hard bud. “My sweet mate,” he purrs. I scream when his sharp teeth prick my nipple, and he does it again and again, alternating between licking and threatening me with his teeth.
Nothing about what he’s doing is rough. There isn’t an ounce of hurt or an inkling of incoming pain. Still, he isn’t treating me like I’m breakable. He’s looking at me like I’m the Goddess he spends his life praying to, and he’s on his knees appeasing me, worshipping my flesh and tasting me like I’m his first and last meal.
I lose all sense of composure when a sucker wraps around me and—dear fuckingGod.
Ordus’ pleased chuckle splashes my desire with fury that fizzles away when his tentacle eases into me, stretching me out until it stings.
“Is this what you wanted to hear? My voice?” He pulls out, keeping his tentacle an inch away from my entrance. My muscles spasm angrily at the loss. “It’s only fair I hear yours too.”
“Ordus.” It’s my turn to sound animalistic.
“That’s it, little human. Louder.”
He smiles a full, sadistic smile, plunging back into me in a single swoop. I scream, fisting his hair, then snarling in frustration when he deprives me of his appendage.
“Again,” he demands. He thrusts back into me, tentacles curling around my limbs to keep me in place, like he might die if I left.
I cry out, arching my back to take more of him. I’m not quite sure what goes through my head at that moment, but I slam my lips against his, and everything stops. He doesn’t move, doesn’t dare breathe.
Shame washes over me. I misread this.
Kissing is too much. I shouldn’t have. This probably means something else to him, and I?—
Ordus grabs the base of my neck and kisses me back as if his life depends on it. It’s unpracticed and unsure, but he follows my lead, moving with me. He tests out each nibble the way I do, sliding against my lips, tasting each other as he resumes thrusting into me and sucking my clit.
“Do you want to leave?” he breathes, expression tight. “Do you want to go back to the mainland, Cindi?”
His question hits me with a wave of clarity. It disperses the lusty haze and brings me back to reality. Do I want to leave this safe haven and never return?
Is he really asking me that? Is it a real offer?
My answer should be a confident, immediate yes, but I hesitate. The few-second delay it takes me to nod my head speaks volumes. That I never use my voice is even louder.
Ineedto go back. Have to. There’s no other option. I’m meant to agree. I don’t belong here, and I don’twantto stay here for the rest of my life. I’m feeling the oncoming of stir-craziness after a month. What will I be like in a couple more weeks?
