Page 12 of The Naiad's Lover

Ididknow him.

I’d had months and months to learn his body, to learn what pleased him, and how to make him desperate for more.

I might have utterly failed at learning how to swim, butthisI had mastered.

“I am yours,” I said, “and you are mine.” I gave one of his nipples a light, teasing pinch.

He gasped and crowded closer before pulling away again.

“Which means,” I continued, “that I have no interest in anyone else in the whole entire world. Only you.”

His eyes were intense on my face. His chest rose and fell quickly.

I held his hip and gave it a warning squeeze when he went to move. I backed up the unspoken command with a sternly raised brow. He stayed where he was, although he seemed conflicted about it.

I moved around to stand behind him, sliding my arms around his chest. “I have no interest in touching anyone else like this.” I stroked over the flat plane of his abdomen. He curled his pelvis forwards, trying to get me to touch his shaft. His breath came out in a short, frustrated pant when it didn’t work.

I stroked around to his back and glided my hands up either side of the strong channel of his spine, then pushed up to clasp his nape, pushing his head forwards. Long ropes of shining green hair slipped over his broad shoulders.

He moaned quietly.

“I have no interest in looking at anyone else like this. No interest in playing with anyone else like this.”

I took a round, firm buttock in each hand and rubbed my thumbs teasingly up and down the deep divide between.

He wasn’t used to attention here, either, having been exclusively the one who penetrated. My subtle explorations excited and unnerved him in equal measure.

He panted again, once, as he shifted away from my touch before pushing greedily back for more.

“You need never, ever, feel jealousy over me, Sayan,” I said. “I am wholly yours.” Drawing back, I gave his beautiful arse a sharp, playful slap, and moved away.

He was on me before I’d got more than two steps towards the bathroom, where I’d planned to shed my clothes, wash the lake water from my chilled skin, and warm up with a brisk towelling.

I grunted and laughed, then laughed again when his arms locked around me and he lifted me clean off my feet.

If having his beautiful behind played with was new for Sayan, then being toted around as easily as if I was the sort of slender boy I’d never been was new for me.

He rushed me over to the sofa by the hearth and pushed me down, crawling over me and covering me comprehensively. He curled his arms around my head and shuffled his hipsimpatiently until I parted my legs and made room for him. He stared at me, his lovely face stormy with emotion as he continued to fuss about.

He’d had a preference for enclosing me from the very start, but he’d grown more and more particular about it, adjusting and then adjusting again, until I was entirely contained.

It could have felt claustrophobic.

Fortunately, I revelled in his need for me.

A need that was quite visibly overflowing right now.

I stretched up and kissed him. “The only one,” I murmured against the soft, plush mouth that tensed beneath mine. “You are the only one I love like this, my Sayan. The only one I willeverlove like this. You have me, completely.”

His chest expanded and contracted with a deep, shattering sigh.

I spread my fingers wide along his elegant jaw and held him for it as I kissed him again. “Do I have you?”

“Yes,” he moaned, and fell into the kiss. “Yes. Only me. Always.”

He slowly flexed, rubbing his silken skin and hard muscles against me. He made a cross sound when he registered that I was still dressed, and leaned onto an elbow, rucking up my shirt to expose my stomach and chest. He slipped a hand beneath my waistband and gently took hold of my shaft.

It was sweet, how affectionate he was to this part of me. Always tender and encouraging.

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