Page 66 of Claimed By the Deep
"What do you need?" he asks against my skin, though we both know exactly what I'm asking for.
"You. Inside me. Everywhere." My voice breaks as one of his tentacles applies pressure in exactly the right spot. "Please."
He positions himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite being in the water, I'm embarrassingly wet, my body more than ready after his thorough attention. When he pushes inside, the fullness is exquisite—stretching me in ways that border on too much but never cross that line.
"Yes," I breathe, my eyes locked with his as our bodies join. "Perfect."
He begins to move, establishing a rhythm that works with rather than against his other tentacles still exploring my body. Some provide additional stimulation to my clit, others support and position me for maximum pleasure, still others simply maintain contact—wrapping around my thighs, my waist, my shoulders in an embrace that surrounds me completely.
The intimacy goes beyond physical joining, beyond pleasure given and received. In this moment, the differences between our species seem completely unimportant compared to the connection we've built. His alien biology, once a source of wonderand uncertainty, now feels like the most natural thing in the world—the perfect complement to my own.
I watch his face as we move together, memorizing the expressions that signal his own mounting pleasure. His eyes glow slightly in the low light, their unusual color deepening as his control begins to slip. His breathing changes, becoming more rhythmic, almost musical in quality. His grip on me tightens, tentacles holding me more firmly as his movements become less controlled.
"Don't stop," I plead as I feel myself approaching the edge again. "Don't you dare stop."
"Never," he promises, maintaining the perfect pressure and rhythm that he knows will push me over. "Let go, Meri. I have you."
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing through my body in pulses that make me cry out his name. My inner muscles clench around him, my back arches, my fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He holds me through it all, continuing the stimulation that prolongs my pleasure until I collapse against him, trembling with aftershocks.
But he's not finished. Not even close.
"Again," he murmurs against my ear, already adjusting his tentacles to begin building me toward another peak. "We have all day. All night. No interruptions, no limitations."
"God," I laugh breathlessly, even as my body responds to his renewed attention. "You're insatiable."
"For you? Always." He shifts our position again, lifting me fully into his embrace and moving us deeper into the moon pool. Here, fully supported by water, he surrounds me completely—every tentacle free to explore, to pleasure, to claim.
This time he takes me with greater intensity, his own need clearly building beyond his usual careful control. His tentacles wrap around me possessively, holding me exactly where he wants as he thrusts deeper, faster. I match his intensity, raking my nails across his back, biting his shoulder in a way that makes him growl with pleasure.
"Mine," he says against my neck, a claim he's never voiced so directly before.
"Yours," I agree without hesitation. "As you are mine."
The mutual claim pushes us both toward the edge. I feel his release approaching in the subtle changes of his rhythm, the increased tension in his muscles, the slight vibration that runs through his tentacles when he's close. My second climax triggers his—his cock pulses inside me as he floods me with warmth, his release different from a human's—more prolonged, rippling through his entire body in visible waves. The tentacles wrapped around me tighten and relax in rhythm with his pleasure, and the water around us takes on a faint luminescent glow as his control slips completely, his natural bioluminescence activating in response to intense sensation. Our bodies lock together as pleasure explodes between us, through us, around us.
For long moments afterward, we float together in the warm water, his tentacles still supporting me as aftershocks ripplethrough both our bodies. He's shifted us to the center of the moon pool, where the depth allows him to fully extend while still keeping me comfortably cradled against him.
"That was..." I trail off, my brain still too pleasure-soaked to form coherent sentences.
"Indeed." He traces lazy patterns along my spine, each touch sending small shivers through my oversensitized skin. "A thoroughly successful systems test, I would say."
I laugh, feeling the sound vibrate through both our bodies. "If that's the test, I can't wait to see full operational capacity."
"All in good time." He presses a kiss to my temple, holding me close as we float together in our perfect hybrid environment. "We have plenty of that now."
***
Later, as afternoon fades toward evening, we emerge from below deck to watch the sunset from the aft platform. I wrap myself in a light blanket against the cooling air and lean back against Cyreus, who's shifted to his human form for the time being. Golden light spills across the water's surface, turning our wake into ribbons of fire. Between Worlds rocks gently beneath us, secure in her anchorage despite the offshore breeze.
"Where should we go first?" I ask, gesturing toward the horizon that stretches endless and inviting before us. "Now that we can go anywhere."
He considers the question, his expression thoughtful. "South for warmer waters? North for less populated coastlines? East toward open ocean?"
"Anywhere," I say simply. "Everywhere. That's the point, isn't it? We're not bound by location anymore. We can follow the seasons, the currents, the best salvage opportunities."
"A continuous journey," he agrees, his arms tightening around me. "With no fixed destination beyond where we choose to be together."
I turn in his embrace, looking up at the face that's become more familiar to me than my own. "That's all I want. To be with you, on our terms, without compromises or limitations."
