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He kisses me slowly. The kiss is so full of tenderness it almost hurts. The bond between us grows larger in my chest, his warmth radiating out of me, a mixture of pleasure and something else. Something soft but small.

I tilt my hips to rock his shaft through my slick lips. His tentacles wrap around me, vibrating in waves up my belly and across my breasts. Another binds my hands behind my back, making my tits rub against his hard chest. His large hands grab my ass to help me glide back and forth against his length.

The sharp nip to my lip makes me pant into his mouth. He notches his cock at my entrance and steadies me as he sinks inside. That first stretch is impossible. I toss my head back and moan, swiveling my hips to help ease the sting. My pussy is wet, but he’s big. Inching down, I take more of him, and those feelers vibrate, sending a deep burst of pleasure to my core.

“Oh, fuck, your cock. It’s?—”

“You like to feel me take you, claim your pussy all over again?” He thrusts, sinking deeper, and at the same time, his finger teases down my crack and pushes into my ass.

“Yes. It feels so good,” I moan.

“That’s it, sweet Violet. You’re so responsive and you take me so well. Such a good lover.”

His praise bathes me in light, soaking into my skin and sliding through my veins. I feel cherished and sexy, as though I’m responsible for taking this rugged a man apart. I squeezearound him, lifting off his cock, then taking him again in a slow slide.

Bjorn sucks along my neck and uses his strength to help me glide up and down. It’s sensation overload. I ride him while his finger fucks my ass, and his tentacles hold me. They vibrate, squeeze, and suck along my skin even as they keep me bound for him. I pant and moan, loving the feel of him all around me.

When I can finally take all of him, I ride him with abandon. He thrusts into me from below, his thick cock massaging my walls with feelers, adding another layer to the pleasure. Together, we give in to passion. It’s an all-consuming heat that makes our movements languid andunhurried. I feel as if all I am is wrapped up in this moment.

The anchor that ties us together pulls tight in a kind of squeeze that I can feel in my soul and see in his eyes as I pull his face back to me. Our eyes lock as I grind down on him, moaning at the way the bulge at the base tugs on my lips and teases me open.

Bjorn roars, “Yes, Wildcat, work your pussy on my knot.”

He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, fucking me in fast, deep pumps. His tentacles keep me bound tightly, and that reminder of his possession helps me let go. I throw my head back and come in a rush.

“That’s it. Now I’m going to fill you with my cum and mark you as mine.” His hips punctuate his words and the swelling base of his cock wedges inside on an aching stretch. He comes in pulsing jets, flooding my insides. He thrusts his hips, and more spurts flood my pussy.

I moan at the pressure. It almost feels as if there are little pleasure beads inside his cum, but the sensation is so different I can’t be sure. Whatever it is, it feels just as fucking amazing as last time, and I close my eyes as pleasure courses through me.

“Sweet mate,” he coos, wrapping me in his arms, the two of us breathing rapidly. “You’re mine now. I can’t bear to live without you.”

“Bjorn,” I plead. I want to belong to him, for him to be mine and to let the softness between us grow until all our hurt places are no longer tender. My chest thumps wildly and my lips find his, a reassurance or a promise.

We stay like that, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the morning, until we’re both exhausted. We fall back into the sheets, covered in cum, and nap the day away.

Chapter 14

Bjorn

“You’re sure I don’t need a drysuit?” Penelope asks, peering over my shoulder to look at the crashing waves beating against the rock.

After we slept all day, we got up and made a big breakfast together, which we ate lazily by the fire. But once she was full, her curiosity about her new abilities came back front and center.

“Are you cold now?” I ask. It’s dusk already, and the temperature has dropped.

She lets go of the hold her legs have on my waist and plops down onto the rock. “Nope. I know it’s cold out here, but I’m warm.”

“The change makes you sturdier against the elements. It will be the same in the water,” I explain as I lift her borrowed shirt. I know we need to discuss what lies ahead and get her things, but I can’t say I don’t like seeing her wearing my clothes.

She helps me, tugging off the sweats and folding them before placing them on the farthest rock from the water. I follow her, adding my own clothes to the pile. She shivers, her nipples pebbling into stiff beads, but I don’t think it’s from the cold. She eyes my cock.

“Eyes up here,” I smirk. My violet eyed little human is insatiable. The floral scent of her arousal melds with the ocean breeze and my cock takes interest, thickening against my leg.

She swallows, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I’m kinda nervous.”

I pull her to me and wrap her in my arms. “It will be as easy as breathing on land, but it may take you a while to get used to it. The water will flow through your mouth and pass through here.” I touch her neck where our mating brand lives. “It will act like gills.”

“Totally a mermaid,” she teases, her lips widening into a lopsided smile and showing off that small gap between her teeth.

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