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Fuck it.

I closed the distance between us, my lips pressing deep into his.

The difference between Ethan and Layne’s touch struck me. As much as Ethan's kiss had felt like coming home, Layne's felt like burning the goddamn house down.

His mouth claimed me with a ravenous hunger that stole my breath, devouring me whole. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout my body as his hands gripped my waist. His fingers pressed into my hips as he pulled my body against his.

My hands clasped tight around his forearms, my fingers running along the ridges of bulging dark veins that thrummed beneath my grip as I slid my hands onto his lower back, squeezing the tight muscles of his ass.

The taste of salt and shadow flooded my mouth as I drank him in. Our bodies entwined, the desire between us erupting as my open mouth gasped into his.

Layne’s shadows answered my breathy siren’s call as his tendrils wrapped around my body, warm and alive, pressing our bodies together.

Tugging the tendrils of shadows, I pulled his body taut to mine. His hard cock pressed into me, and my body responded with a resounding yes.

There was no denying it anymore. I wanted this, I admitted, the buds of my nipples hardening and pressing against the scales of my chest. I wanted Layne.

A cocoon of darkness enveloped us as the energy built and the water responded in an explosion of power.

A maelstrom of shadow and golden light formed around us, our bodies suspended in the eye.

My fingers dug into Layne’s shoulders, claws raking down his back and dragging across the long scars that were etched into his skin.

I kissed him harder.

Deeper.

Drowning myself in his darkness as our tongues lapped against each other’s. My hands traveled lower as I gripped the hard shaft of his cock. Any words I had readied were stolen by the heaviness of it. He was huge, and I wanted nothing more than for him to be thrusting it inside me, but I knew it was impossible in this form.

“Fuck,” he moaned against my touch as I worked my hand up and down.

The stronger our kiss, the more power crackled around us. Wisps of golden light peeked through the whirling shadows as Layne’s darkness pulsed all over my body.

Whatever power and control he had over the darkness emanating from him seemed to pierce through my siren form. It was like Layne was everywhere, his hands moving over my breasts, and his power flowing through my blood. Heat pooled low in my belly as it thrummed across every inch of me.

“Layne—” His name tore from my throat.

“Yes,” he growled against my lips. “Say my name again.”

I went to speak, but as the power continued to build between us—pulsing, spiraling, and feeding off each other—the words never made it out.

Faster. Harder.

The maelstrom around us exploded into a flurry of chaotic magic. Fragments of shadow and golden light spiraled outward in a wild torrent.

My back arched as Layne’s grip tightened on my hips, pulling me deeper into him, and it was like he was inside me. My hips bucked hard against his cock.

The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter, until I could barely stand it.

“Fuck, I’m going to explode,” I gasped.

The release surged through me like lightning. I screamed his name as my nails dug into the muscles of his back. Everything in me reached its peak, and I unraveled, vision blurring at the edges as I pulled him into me, sparkling golden light fleeting from my throat up to the surface.

The powerful storm of magic and ecstasy around us slowly subsided, both of us drifting down onto the seafloor.

Between ragged breaths, Layne leaned over to me and said, “I am yours, Evelyn Graymore.” He kissed my lips, soft and warm. “And you—you are mine.”

Grabbing his jaw, sharp and rough in my hand, I forced his gaze to meet mine. “Only because I allow it. Don’t ever forget that, Layne Murrows.”