Page 126 of I Summon the Sea

The irony isn’t lost on me, because he has no idea whathedoes tome.

We won’t make it to his room. I know it from the way his gaze moves down to my cleavage, flaring with darkness, the way his hard cock twitches against my stomach.

He wants me. Badly.

The truth of his desire is right there, pressing against me. Words can lie, voices can deceive, but bodies work by instinct, and there is no deception in lust.

It’s freeing.

For the first time since I got onto that barge and saw Jai, I know where I stand.

At least, I think I do until he bends a knee and lowers himself before me. He goes to his knees, lifting the long skirt of my white gown.

His dark gaze is still trained on my face, making dark promises, and I still don’t know what he’s about to do when he slides his hands under the skirt and drags down my undergarments. They are silk and easily glide down my legs to pool around my ankles.

The soft underskirt of my gown brushes against my bare ass. My bare thighs. I’m wet between my legs; I can feel it now.

When he lifts the skirts again and presses his face between my legs, against my soaked pussy, I jerk, my back thumping against the wall.

“You smell divine,” he groans. “I’m dying to taste you. I want you spread wide for me.I want to make you scream and have the entire palace hear you.”

That’s the opposite of what I should be doing. I should keep quiet and hidden, but every word he speaks against the lips of my pussy is a puff of heat that threatens to buckle my knees.

The sight of him below me, hands on my hips keeping the gown up, his eyes still on my face as he breathes me in, is fanning the flames. Scorching heat goes through me, and my pussy spasms, needing something to fill it.

Needing him.

I gasp when strong fingers part my folds, stroking me. Then, without warning, he grabs my right leg and lifts it over a muscular shoulder, spreading me, gaining full access to me.

And he wastes no time, apart from a murmured “beautiful” I’m not even sure I heard, before putting his mouth on me.

It’s like dying, my soul leaving my body as he drags the flat of his rough tongue over my pussy and clit, then doing it again, tormenting the sensitive nub of flesh every time. The world is crashing down around me, responsibilities and common sense smoldering to ash.

He’s the one burning, his lips, his teeth, his tongue searing my flesh, and yet I’m the one on fire. I’m the naked flame, I’m both the wick and the candle, consumed by my need of him, by that scent of burning incense and honeysuckle.

The raw strength in the hands holding me in place, spread out for him, is surely leaving bruises. I hope they leave bruises, to let me know tomorrow this was real, that I was marked by him, that this passion left traces behind.

His mouth presses harder against the softness of me, as if he needs to taste more, taste deeper. His tongue lashes at my pussy, unrelenting, while he pushes a finger into me, ratcheting up the pressure, making me whine deep in my throat.

Shadows twine around us, around me, ribbons wrapping around my waist, around my breasts, teasing and stroking. My nipples pebble instantly, turning into hard peaks, and a moan escapes me as pleasure streaks down, down where he’s licking and sucking and tormenting me so deliciously.

Oh gods, I’m going to come apart at the seams, shatter to pieces. I was wrong; I’m not a candle. I’m a sphere made of glass, the flame filling me, and any moment now, I’ll crack and break apart.

“Jai,” I breathe, realizing I’ve threaded my fingers through his soft black hair, and I’m tugging. “Jai, please.”

Make me come. Release this pressure, this incessant need of you, show me what it can be like, what you like, how you want me, how it pleases you to give me pleasure…

He growls against my sensitive flesh as if hearing me, and his finger curls while he sucks on my clit…

I fall.

Buffeted by pleasure.

Drowning in its waves.

I think I cry out; I’m not sure. There’s a rushing in my ears, like the tide coming in, swallowing all other sound. My knees finally give out from under me.

Surging to his feet, he grabs me in his arms, cradling me against his chest as I struggle to catch my breath, my gills whistling faintly. My gown slides down to cover my legs and the undergarments I dropped as his mouth falls to my hair and the circle of his arms sets me upright.

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