Page 10 of The Naiad's Wish

I held the side of Erik’s neck and stroked a thumb along his jaw as I parted his lips with mine. He opened for me. Our tongues slid together tenderly and I purred with happiness.

Erik’s amusement was evident in the short puff of air through his nose that struck my cheek. I soon put paid to that, curling my tongue over and around his in a way that drew a moan out of him. I flexed over him, settling my body heavily onto his, as if I was trying to fuse us together.

Erik’s hands drifted into my hair. He held me to him as he pushed up and up into the kiss, and up some more until I gave way and he had enough room to turn us.

No matter how I tried to keep him beneath me, where I could keep him safe while I worked for our pleasure, eventually, Erik always turned us to put me on the bottom.

Sometimes we wrestled for it. Sometimes we ended up rolling slowly over and over the bed—or the floor—switching places until we were shaking and laughing.

But I liked to be beneath him.

I liked it so much.

Until Erik, I ‘d had to keep a part of myself awake and aware while coupling. Someone had to look out for danger, after all.

When the world was younger, that meant watching for wild creatures. In the last thousand years, the danger had shifted from the wild to other humans. And yet when Erik was on top of me, against all sense, I didn’t feel the need to be on guard. With Erik, I felt safe.

I trembled beneath him, my gaze fixed on his face.

He straddled my thighs, his shaft more than half hard. I ran a curled knuckled the length of it and he flashed me a smile. I enclosed him in my fist, feeling the weight and lovely heat of him, fascinated by the way he looked hard but his shaft had a gentle give to it.

I loved the way it lay in my palm.

I was built on the scale of the gods. My hand was larger than a human’s, and I loved the way I could hide his little cock away there.

Erik had been less than pleased when I’d shared this with him. His human pride had entertained me greatly.

Now, he rocked his hips into my hand once or twice, but no more. I released his shaft and turned my attention to his balls. He liked me to touch him here. He liked me to suck him here. I licked my lips and gripped his waist, dragging him forwards and up.

Since I had previously always been on top this, too, was new for me. I wanted it all the time.

He wobbled and fell forwards, trying to catch his balance as I quickly scooted him up my body. I arranged him with his knees either side of my chest, his legs spread as wide as they could go, and leaned up to get my mouth on him.

“Oh gods,” he said when I took one heavy ball into my mouth and tongued it. His hips jerked, the muscles pulsing beneath my firm grip. “Ohhhh.”

I growled against him, pulling him closer, pulling him further onto me, and dug my fingers into his thighs when he said, “Wait, wait.”

I pulled off and craftily tilted him, scooting him closer so I could get my tongue?—

“Sayan,” Erik barked, folding at the waist and catching himself with a hand against the floorboards.

I tipped my head back and scowled up at him.

“I don’t want that today,” he said.

My scowl deepened, but I released him at once, dramatically letting my arms drop by my head, my fingers curled loosely.

He touched my cheek and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. “I want you to do something else for me,” he said, his voice low.

Anything.

Anything, anything.

“I want you to take your own pleasure.” He moved backwards and then off me completely. I reached after him without meaning to. He caught my hand, kissing it as firmly and quickly as he’d kissed my forehead. “Do you know what I was thinking of the whole time I was in Hallevalt?”

“Lars?” I said. I heard my moody tone. I didn’t care.

“I was thinking of you.” He grazed a hand down my side, from my collarbone to my hip. He flattened it over my stomachbelow my navel and pressed down. I shivered under the touch. His eyes heated. “I dreamed of you.”

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