Page 12 of The Siren & the Sea

Before she knew what was happening, Ana had bent and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down amongst the cushions.

"Is this alright?" he asked as he began to unfasten the brooch keeping her dress in place.

"Yes," she answered, holding her breath as he unwrapped the silk. The way it slid against her skin, against her hardened nipples, was torture and bliss all at once.

"Gods, Maura, you're so beautiful," Ana breathed as he stared down at her bare before him. He touched her face first in a soft caress before his hands drifted to her collarbone. His fingers were gentle as he traced along it before continuing his exploration. He cupped her breasts for a moment before he ran his hands down her sides, fingers pressing into the soft expanse of her rounded stomach. "Every inch of you is perfect," he whispered.

Maura thought she might simply perish. She had expected him to be passionate—she had not expected to be worshiped.

Their eyes met as he gently pushed her knees apart. "Is this what you want, Maura?"

She nodded.

He spread her legs further and groaned as he looked at her. After a moment, he gently swiped a finger across her opening; she could feel how wet she was already.

He began to gently explore her, as if they had all the time in the world. He watched her closely, observing every reaction, every inhale and facial expression. He worked her clit until he found exactly the right spot that had that telltale tightness building in her lower back. Maura had never been able to orgasm with a partner before; the men and women she had been with hadn't had the patience to figure her out, but it seemed Ana had no qualms about taking the time she needed.

He kept stroking the spot that felt so good, his pressure consistent, until every thought left Maura's mind. She had never been one to cry out as she came, but she did then as her pleasure crested. He stroked her through her release, and then he was there, kissing her neck, his hands caressing her sides.

"Gods, Maura, you're so perfect," he said into her ear. All Maura could think about was how badly she wanted his cock inside her.

"Please, Ana," she moaned.

"Please what, darling?"

"Please take me, I want your cock buried in my cunt."

"Filthy words from these perfect lips," he said, kissing her. "I'll give you everything you want, love."

Maura didn't have time to process what he'd just called her before she felt the slickness of his cocks against her opening. The bottom one pushed in while the top one slid against her clit. She cried out in pleasure, eyes locked with Ana's above her. His brow was furrowed in pleasure and it was the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen.

He worked himself into her slowly, the slickness of his cock easing the stretch until he was seated fully inside her. He paused then, closing his eyes in pleasure. "Fuck, Maura."

His words sent a thrill down her spine and her inner walls clenched around him. He began moving then–not the full in-and-out thrusts that she had experienced with other partners, but a deep, grinding, rocking motion. The way his hips moved was a revelation, so fluid and controlled.

His lower cock rubbed the spot on her inner wall that had her orgasm building again. Maura raked her nails gently down his back, and Ana grunted in response, increasing the pressure of his hips against hers.

"Maura, I'm sorry I'm not going to last," he said, his voice strained. She was beyond words, but she didn't mind—she wasn't going to last either.

He kept his rhythm steady, and Maura focused on the sensations in her body, toes going numb as her orgasm inched closer. One final stroke sent her over the edge, but this time, she felt herself…clamping down in intense pulses of pleasure.

Ana's eyes closed again and he whimpered, "Oh fuck, Maura, what…"

The sensation of her orgasm continued to roll through her, and the feel of Anatolius' cock inside her became tighter and tighter. Through her haze of pleasure, a word flashed through Maura's mind. She knew what was happening. The rare Tuanadair mate bond was all but a fable back in Beitar, but she could not name what she was experiencing with any other word; he was her Còmhanam.

"Ana I'm so sorry, it will end after a few minutes," Maura said, trying to keep her voice even.

"Don't apologize, I…" Ana's word cut off, and he moaned as he came. His top cock painted the soft curve of her belly with his release just as his lower one filled her. Maura cried out inpleasure at the sensations that overwhelmed her, and she pulled Ana to her to kiss him deeply. His arms wrapped around her, cradling her body to his, and they lay like that, riding out the waves of pleasure.

After long moments, Ana pulled back. There was resistance as he pulled out of her, which only solidified Maura's theory of what had just happened. She was very glad that Anatolius' cocks were so well lubricated; she suspected if they weren't, he wouldn't have been able to pull out at all for quite a while. Perhaps the sirens’ Chosen was the same as the Còmhanam? Maybe this could all be real and they could find a way to stay together. Maura’s heart filled with a dangerous emotion–hope.

Without a word, Ana scooped her up and walked them over to her pool. The hot water felt divine on her sensitive skin. He sank down into the water, and a flash of magic had his beautiful tail filling the space. His cocks were still hard, protruding from a slit on his tail that was usually invisible.

He cradled Maura to him and sighed, kissing her hair.

Maura's mind churned with what this meant, what she should do—but exhaustion won out, and she fell asleep in Anatolius' arms.

Chapter 12

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