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“I have wanted to taste you for such a long time,” he growled, his voice low and guttural.
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t even know how he would taste her, but... Sure. If that’s what he wanted to do. Nodding frantically, she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him again. Arching into him, wanting whatever he would give her. “Then taste me.”
He groaned, his body going rigid under her touch. “We are not a gentle people, Alys.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
“I don’t know how to do this the way your people do, maybe...”
She leaned away from him, a full-blown glare on her face. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” The word wrenched out of him like she had pulled it out of his heart. “More than anything.”
“Then touch me how you want. Taste me how you want. I don’t even know what that means, but I’m telling you that nothing you do will feel wrong.” She kissed him again, sweeter this time, but with no less desire. “No one has done this before, Imber. I think it’s safe to say that anything we do will be new for the both of us.”
He shook his head, gliding his lips over hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
She didn’t think any of it could hurt. All of his touches had felt like little lightning bolts for weeks now, and surely he knew that? He had to know...
Then all thought fled from her mind.
He’d leaned down and dragged his tongue up her throat. She had that tongue in her mouth more times than she could count now, but she hadn’t realized it was ridged. There were bumps there, like little suction cups that moved up and down the sensitive skin of her neck. Shivering, a little moan escaped her lips before she could catch it.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
But he wouldn’t. Because he was already molding her body with the palms of his hands. Broad and wide, he could fit her entire breast and some of her rib cage in a single grip, but oh, it felt amazing. He watched her as he touched her everywhere. Lingering on the spots that made her gasp.
His thumbs brushed against her nipples, working them into stiff peaks that sent little bolts of energy between her legs. She couldn’t get enough air from him, dragging on the tentacle attached to her neck like it was a drug. Especially when his hands smoothed down her belly, then gradually started lifting handfuls of skirt up her legs.
Inch by inch, he feasted on the sight of her.
“You will tell me more about these tails soon enough,” he grumbled, lifting one of her legs high to nip at the delicate skin behind her knee. “But first, I need to know where this taste is from.”
“Taste?” she asked, almost delirious with need.
The gills around his neck fluttered. “I can taste the water, Alys. I can taste you.”
Oh god, was he suggesting that he could taste her on the water? Like the actual taste of her arousal was... was...
He pushed her skirts up high and then suddenly he was between her legs. The featherlight touches of his gills fluttered against her inner thighs, the sensation nearly sending her into a spiral of pleasure before those ridges of his tongue slid through her folds.
She arched into him, her entire body seizing around the sensation of that touch.
“Pain?” he asked, pausing between her legs even as those gills slid between her thighs.
He was touching her with his gills. They were soft and so gentle. Even though the touch was otherworldly, they fluttered so perfectly around her that she could only choke out words that maybe sounded like, “Don’t stop.”
The low growl that vibrated against her was nearly enough to send her careening into the hardest orgasm of her life. She was so glad it didn’t, though, because she wanted to savor this moment.
He turned all his attention between her legs and feasted. For all that he had no experience with a human, he made up for it in sheer enjoyment. The noises he made, the grunts and groans of pleasure every time he licked over her clit or felt her thighs clamp down harder around his head, it all made the pleasure inside her coil higher and higher.
She glanced down, seeing black claws ripping through her skirts and his tail lashing behind him as he ground himself into the sand and she almost couldn’t take it.
She wanted... needed... more. Him. Everything. She wanted to see him, feel him stretching her, pushing her to a point where there was no return. She wanted to know what it felt like to not just be devoured by an undine, but consumed.
