Page 65 of The Demons in the Deep: Extended Edition
He kept licking, adjusting his tongue’s movements whenever they seemed to elicit a particularly sharp gasp or a sweet little moan. As he worked, he was careful to keep his teeth covered by his lips.
This part of her tasted even more wonderful than the skin of her belly. He hummed with delight as he burrowed in, moving his upper lip against a small nub of flesh while his tongue delved deep, deep into the slickness of her. There was something in the way, a thin membrane that he pressed gently until it gave. Salty blood burst over his tongue, but with his nostrils full of her wondrous arousal fragrance, he managed not to bite.
She was quivering around his tongue, little spasms quaking through her inner walls.
“Rake,” she gasped. “Rake, come here.”
His tongue slithered out of her opening, and he crawled over her again and kissed her. Her hips rose eagerly, an instinctive shift, and the tip of his cock popped into that warm, slick place.
Rake froze.
His mermaid parts were textured differently, and the sensation with his human part was—glorious. And Mai was ready now—her smell, her sounds, the urgent movements of her body—she desperately wanted this mating. He pressed forward, his length sliding in slowly, and Mai moaned, lifting her legs and latching them around his waist, pushing him in deeper.
“You’re—all right?” she panted. “Tides, Rake. I love this. Not with anyone else—just you, just you—mate with me, you beautiful monster—”
Rake’s claws sank into the mattress, and he rocked into her, his mind hazy with glorious sensation.
No pain here. No need to brace himself through the moment, or hold onto certain titillating images so he could perform. No threat of claws or teeth shredding his flesh. Only small fingers clutching him desperately, and sweet eager breath against his cheek, and luscious hot suction around his length. He thrust harder. Mai ground herself against him and then she tensed, venting a breathy shriek in his ear.
“I think it’s happening,” she gasped. “Oh… oh… oh shit. Oh shi-i-i-t. Oh, Rake—”
Her inner walls convulsed around him, a paroxysm of pleasure. Rake threw back his head and came inside her with a shuddering snarl. The pleasure raced through him, blindingly intense where he was joined with her, then gentler as it flooded the rest of his body. Bliss coursed along every vein, every nerve, so delicious he could barely remember to breathe through his mouth.
Wonder flooded him too, and an airy lightness, as if the weight of an entire ocean had evaporated from his soul.
He stared down at the girl who lay flushed and limp under him, at the dark lashes sweeping her cheeks and the quick rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed through her pleasure. His chest tightened, and he struggled, trying to scrape together beautiful, graceful, flattering phrases that could express what their union had meant to him.
No words seemed powerful enough.
With his body still tingling, he moved to lie beside her, and with careful claws he scraped the dark locks back from her forehead. Then he bent and kissed the delicate curve where her neck met her shoulder.
“I love you,” he said.
Mai turned to him, opening her eyes—bright eyes, sparkling with delighted shock and salty human tears. “I loveyou,” she whispered. “And that was beautiful.” She reached up to run a fingertip along his sharp cheekbone. “How do you feel?”
“I feel—” He paused, contemplating. “I feelnew. I feel as if I’ve been reborn inside you.”
“Strange words.” She smiled, tapping his nose.
“True words.” He didn’t smile back, not yet. “I may still struggle. I cannot promise it will be like this every time. But maybe it will. I know nothing of this kind of joining, this love-making, as Flay calls it.”
“Neither do I. And I may not always want it,” she said, flushing. “The need is rarer with me than with other human women.”
“We will be gentle with each other,” he answered. “And we will have an agreement, that either one of us can say no to this act at any time, without feeling guilt or shame.”
“That’s perfect,” Mai murmured. She curled against his side, running her hand along his chest.
They stayed that way for a few moments, and then they quietly dressed, tidied the room, and went down to supper at the pub. They did not sit together, but Rake looked at Mai often, and whenever he did, she was smiling at him.
18
Mai’s brain felt swollen. Much too large and sore for her skull.
She blinked, and sunlight flickered across her eyeballs—filtered sunlight, partly blocked by the dancing fronds of tall palmata trees.
Experimentally she shifted one hand. Her fingers plunged into cool sand.
She sat up.
