Page 71 of Bride of the Sea King

“No.Evvetah.” Triton’s words were sharp, and without hesitation. “If you keep going, you’ll be choking on my release.”

I blinked.

And blinked again.

“You want me to stop so you don’t come in my mouth?”

“I can’t imagine it would be pleasant. My release is far more violent than yours.”

He couldn’t be serious.

But I stared at him for another minute, and saw no sign that he was joking or lying.

The man genuinely told me to stop because he was worried about me tasting his pleasure. I’d read books where menforcedtheir woman to swallow, and if not forced, at least called themgood girlfor doing it.

Triton was a marshmallow. A huge, gorgeous, sexy marshmallow. And I was absolutely here for it.

“Are you real?” I asked.

His forehead creased. “Yes?”

I laughed. “You don’t sound sure.”

“It’s a strange question.”

“It’s a strange situation.”

“I suppose.” His hands slid further up my thighs. “Just let me pleasure you, Sweetheart.”

“I want you to come in my mouth, Triton.” I lowered my face back to his cock, and his hips jerked violently when I wrapped my lips around him again.“Stop worrying about me. If you can handle my orgasms, I can handle yours. You’re mine, remember?”

As I spoke into his mind, I bobbed slowly, taking him deeper and working the base of his erection with my hand.

He snarled again, and his release flooded my throat.

His fingers bruised my thighs through his climax, his hips jerking and his cock throbbing violently.

He tasted the same way he smelled—like salt and spices—and I couldn’t help but rock my hips as my own need ramped up.

“Arrevah,” he panted, when his climax came to an end.

I eased my mouth off his erection, still holding the base. The man wasn’t done. He had two more orgasms in him, which was still freaking insane to me.

“What does that mean?” I asked. “You’ve said it a few times, and I don’t know the translation.”

His chest rose and fell heavily, but his ears reddened. Almost like he was embarrassed. “There’s an illness that you get if you eat a certain type of fish in our sea. It increases your temperature to the point of delirium. You hallucinate about your deepest desires for days until you recover from the fever, or die. We call the period of sickness and temporary insanityarre vah.”

Ohh.

Shit.

So when he said that… he was calling me his deepest desire.

The fever dream he wanted more than he could fathom.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I just lowered my mouth back to his erection and took him in my mouth again.

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