Page 5 of Ensnaring Him

“Rather use it than what?” I ask, as wetness builds between my legs. That’s something completely new and different to me, but the way it feels is far from being unpleasant.

“Rather than stay with me in mine. If you need me to slow down, just tell me, honey, but I need to taste your lips now,” Duncan says on a low groan. It only takes a moment to understand what he means, before his lips cover mine, his tongue slipping between them, and the instant it touches mine, my body explodes with heat, filling every last bit of me, erasing all of the coldness, and I never want it to end.

His hands slide over my body, caressing it as his tongue caresses mine, and I moan when he pulls back, breathing hard as his eyes meet mine.

“More…” I plead, never wanting this feeling to end. It’s incredible, everything that the ocean isn’t, and I can’t begin to turn away from it—from him.

“If I give you anymore, it’ll take us straight upstairs to my bed, with me buried inside you, Serenia. I’ve never felt like this…never wanted…needed anyone the way I need you, honey. If you don’t want that, you have to tell me now,” he states, his hand holding my face, his thumb tracing over my swollen lips, and I know exactly what he means this time. He’s talking about mating, and it’s something I never imagined wanting but with him…I want to feel his body against mine more than anything.

“I want that, Duncan. I want you,” I assure him, letting out a little gasp when he lifts me into his arms, grabbing my bag, before he moves us into the house and through it quickly.

I only get glimpses of the space, but it’s all beautiful. There are plants everywhere, and I smile seeing more in the bedroom he takes us into. The bed is huge, but so is he, and I laugh when he lays me down on it, tossing my bag onto a chair.

“Your laugh is gorgeous, honey,” he whispers as he leans over me, his lips barely touching mine.

“I don’t usually have much to laugh about at home,” I half-lie. I have nothing to laugh about back home. Sure, Celestia, Melodia and I laugh occasionally when we’re away from the others, but it was usually over one of the others failing to pull a man under their spell.

Here with him, with these warm feelings rushing through me, I definitely think I can laugh a lot more. It’s all reminiscent of when I had my dad, but so much more, deeper, and I know without a doubt, this feeling that’s rushing through me is the one we were brought here to find. Surely if I love him, he can come to love me within the week.

“Then I’ll just have to make sure you have plenty to laugh and smile about from here forward,” he replies, filling me with warmth once more and I want him. All of him—now.

Duncan’s hand slid down my body, brushing across the tight peak of my breast through my top, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that fell. It felt amazing, made my body tighten, and I watch as he reaches up undoing the buttons of his shirt’s collar before pulling it off over his head, smiling at the sight of his bare chest. He’s big and strong, and my hand lifts from the bed a few inches, beginning to reach for him before I stop, unsure if he’ll want me to touch his skin. I’ve seen men push away touches before when they’ve been shirtless, so I don’t know if it’s something that’s only acceptable when dressed, and I don’t want him to stop My tongue darts out, moistening my bottom lip that feels completely dry, and I moan as he lowers his to them, taking them gently,before lifting my hand to his chest, letting me feel him all over as the kiss goes on and on.

He pulls back, half lying over me as we both breathe in hard, my mind completely unsure of just how we got this close, but wanting more of it. All of it—of him. I can’t stop now, and I press a soft kiss to his chest, pulling a moan from him. His eyes shut for a second then pop open as I slide my tongue over his nipple.

“That can drive a man crazy, honey, make him want to return every touch, every lick,” he warns, cradling me against him, my leg pressing up against his engorged length. It just makes every bit of hunger washing through me deepen and I lift against him tighter, smiling at the hunger in his eyes.

“You taste salty,” I tease, knowing he has no clue just how much that makes me want more. Salt is like heaven to sirens. Many of them force their victims to run, or swim, before they go in for kill because it brings the salt from their bodies to the top. I never believed it would make them taste better, but now, I can somewhat understand it. As crazy as it is.

The last thing I want is to kill him though. Taste all of him, yes, but never kill him.

“That’s something you’ll have to get used to, honey. I work outside most days, physical work which makes me sweat, so it’s bound to be on my skin more often than not,” he teases in return, before taking my lips in a silky soft kiss that has my hand clinging to his shoulder, my body pressing into his.

He pulls back again, smiling as my head tips back, my breathing slowing as his hand slips under the edge of my shorts, touching the bare skin there, trailing up towards my center. “Duncan…”

“Are you going to let me have you now, honey?” he asks, rubbing his finger against the spot that aches wildly.

“Yes…oh gods, yes,” I gasp as his fingers slip under the material of the bikini bottoms I put on earlier, teasing against a spot that feels even more incredible, making me moan when he pulls away.

“I’m not going anywhere, honey,” he promises, smiling as he lifts up from me. It’s only for a moment so he can get my shirt off me, then his hands slip beneath me, taking away the bikini top, and I shiver as his eyes roam over my top half, as his fingers trail down my stomach until they reach the button on the shorts. I lift my hips, helping him pull them off me, his fingers quickly undoing the ties of the bikini bottoms, leaving me bare before his gaze.

It filled every last bit of me with hope when I saw the intensity inside that gaze. The heat and need and hunger there was incredible, so much more than I’ve ever seen from a man gazing at any siren, and I can’t help but shiver as something strange pulses through my entire body.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, honey,” he groans not taking his eyes off my body as I move against the sheets, wanting him closer again. “You ache, don’t you, Serenia?” he asks with a smile as I nod. “Here,” he guesses, touching my breasts with the lightest graze, making me whimper slightly and it simply makes him smile more.

“How about here, honey?” he adds as his fingers trail down to my center, teasing against a tight nub that pulses in response to it, before his touch slips down to my slick slit, bringing my hips up off the bed.

“Please Duncan,” I moan when he takes his hand away from me once more.

He gives me a soft kiss before he lifts up from me again, but I don’t argue this time when I see his hands moving to the buttons of his jeans. He slides them down his hips, taking his shorts along with them at the same time.

My jaw drops slightly as I take in his body, seeing how large all of him is. I’ve seen other men before, but nothing as incredible as Duncan and I can’t fight the deep urge to reach out for his cock. It stands straight up, and I want it inside me. I want all of him inside me. I reach out for him, my hands sliding along his waist, urging him back my way, until we’re chest to chest, his warm body pressing fully against mine, and that hard cock tight against my stomach.

“Fuck you feel so damn good,” he groans against my ear before lifting my face to his, taking my lips in a deep kiss. His fingers slide down to my wet slit again and he moans into my mouth feeling just how wet and ready for him I am.

My arms tighten around his neck as he pushes the kiss deeper, further, and I let out a little gasp as he guides his cock down, teasing my slit with it. Its thick head slid into my tight sheath, and I moan, lifting my hips further, pulling him in deeper. My lips press against him harder as he came across a barrier, claiming it before I had to beg him to do it.

His hips push forward as his hands on my waist pull me down against him, and I felt it tear as his huge cock flashed through it, destroying it in a second. My breathing tightens for a moment, but right behind it, wetness began to flow heavier. In a flash, he rolls us, putting me on top of him, his eyes roaming over my entire body, a smile on his lips that touch me deep inside—even deeper than his body is inside me somehow.

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