Page 34 of Pirate Witch
“Nilsa?”
She shakes her head. “Get down here.”
That’s my little warrior.
I drop to my knees with a wicked grin. “Want to know the best part of mating a siren?”
She stares at me with wide eyes, the hint of fear from earlier dissipating as I lower my face between her thighs and meet her gaze.
“I can eat your sweet little pussy underwater, too.”
I lower my mouth to her core just as another wave splashes over my head.
Goddess, she’s so responsive. So perfect. Her thighs clench around my head like a vise as I take a second long lick of her, and I’m forced to use my shoulders to keep them apart so I have room to continue.
I alternate between long licks and teasing little flicks of my tongue until she’s writhing on the sand. Her hands grip my hair so hard it’s almost painful, but I keep going. When she starts cursing, I take it up a notch, adding tiny sucks to her clit until she screams. At one point the water rises until I’m forced to half-shift my gills to keep going, but I don’t stop.
“Klaus!”
I lift my head, grinning. “Yes?”
She’s panting, propped up on her elbows and completely wild.
This is how she should always look.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
I smirk. “Don’t you like this?”
My mate growls. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Yup, taking care of you. So behave.”
With that, I dive back in, pressing a finger into her. Not far. Just to the first knuckle.
Enough to feel her clenching, trying to draw me deeper.
“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to…”
She trails off as I give her another inch and then moans as I draw back.
“You were saying?”
She shoots me a glare, and I can’t help smiling harder. Her head falls back as I slide two fingers in all the way to my knuckles and curl them inside her. I pump them once, then twice, before letting my thumb take over from my tongue. Circling that bundle of nerves until she vibrates beneath me. Her hips rise from the sand, her whole body straining to reach her release.
Her heat is so tempting, and my resolve to draw this out weakens the longer I feel her clenching around me, so I start talking to distract myself.
“You’re so freaking gorgeous like this,” I tell her. “One day, I’m going to take you swimming and drive you onto my cock while there’s nothing but ocean around us.”
“Goddess,” she whispers, head falling back as I up the pace of my fingers.
Nilsa’s thighs tense around my ears. Her internal muscles clench and release my fingers as she nears her peak.
So I stop.
Her cry of frustration echoes over the cove, making me chuckle. Goddess, I love the way she sounds.
“Oh, sorry.” I paste an expression of false sympathy on my face. “Were you close?”
