Page 36 of Nora's Kraken

I nod again, but it’s not quite enough for him.

“Words, little siren. I’d like to hear the words.”

“Yes,” I say, cheeks heating with a mixture of anticipation and slight embarrassment. “Yes. I want you to touch me.”

“That’s what I thought.”

There’s laughter in his voice, a thread of amusement that pokes and prods at sensitive places I didn’t even know I had. A challenge, the absolute confidence of a man, akraken, who knows he’s got his treasure right where he wants her.

And I’m not complaining.

Wherever that challenge comes from, whatever dark corner of my psyche it reaches in and strokes, I’m too far gone to examine it now. I’m too far gone to do anything but surrender to this kraken and the promise of his touch.

Elias’s big hands skim over my hips and thighs, tracing the shape of me through the fabric of my shorts.

“Up,” he commands, squeezing my hip.

I obey immediately, lifting my ass off the bed. He slides my shorts and panties off in one smooth movement, baring me from the waist down, before reaching up to deal with my rumpled tanktop. He pushes the covers back, too, until there’s nothing between me and him but the light of day.

Sitting back on his heels, he takes a few long, silent seconds to look down at me, and I want to squirm under his inspection. That, or reach down and grab my shorts back, pull the sheets up, anything to cover myself and…

“Fuck, Nora,” he breathes, interrupting my self-conscious inner monologue. “Just… fuck.”

“Good ‘fuck’ or bad ‘fuck’?”

The noise he makes is somewhere between disbelief and aggravation as he leans back over me to claim my mouth in a hard, demanding kiss.

“You have to ask me that?” To emphasize his point, he rolls his hips against mine. His cock notches against my bared pussy and I can’t help but press right back up into him. The growl it elicits reverberates through every part of me.

“Little siren,” he says sternly, pulling his hips away and leaving me wanting. “This is for you, remember? Now, how do you want to come? On my fingers, or against my lips?”

Holy shit. If polite, caring, considerate Elias was tempting, then demanding, bossy Elias is downright devastating.

“Both,” I gasp, and the feral gleam in his eyes makes everything in me clench. My pussy, my toes, something aching and dangerous near the center of my chest.

“Greedy girl,” he murmurs appreciatively.

Elias maps a path down my body with lips and teeth and touch, skimming down my neck to lay kisses on my collarbone and stopping to tease my nipples into stiff, flushed peaks. The entire way, he murmurs into my skin. Some of it I can hear—endearments and soft reverence and more blush-inducing praise—but some of it seems meant just for him. A steady stream of reassurance that melts the last of my hesitance away.

Every single place he touches hums with awareness, with an electric, urgent energy that has me bowing off the bed, clutching at his hair and straining to get closer, closer…

He chuckles when he reaches my navel, biting the skin just above it with enough surprising sting to make me gasp.

“Relax, little siren,” he tells me. “And enjoy.”

I want to laugh out loud. What he’s asking is impossible. Not the enjoyment part, of course, but relax? How on earth am I supposed to relax when I’ve got the sexiest man I’ve even been with on top of me, worshiping me, sliding lower until he…

At the first brush of his lips against my pussy, all those thoughts evaporate. There’s nothing in my head at all—nothing but need and pleasure andElias—as he leans down and runs his tongue along the length of my slit before dipping just inside. Learning me, teasing me, dark eyes flashing up to watch the play of devastating pleasure over my face.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, sinking two long fingers into my pussy. “You love this, don’t you Nora?”

“Yes!” I cry out, pulsing my hips involuntarily and fucking against his hand.

That damned chuckle of his vibrates against my clit as he catches it between his lips and sucks, lighting up every nerve ending and drawing another tortured moan from my lips.

Elias works me fast and slow, alternating between deep thrusts of his fingers and long, slow draws and circling licks against my clit. His focus is entirely on me, watching my reactions, feeling how I shudder and press against him, learning how to make me lose my mind.

It’s almost too much, that focus, knowing all that attention is fixed on me. It makes me feel seen in a way that I haven’t in a very, very long time.

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