Page 23 of Queen of Tempests and Sin

His lust-filled stare travelled up my body with enough passion to feel like a physical caress, and the fire in those captivating, tumultuous eyes caused heat to flood my veins like molten quicksilver, sinking deep. As our gazes locked, my heart rate quickened, which was amazing considering it was already beating a mile a minute.

‘Let me finish undressing you, please,’ I whispered as I closed the distance between us and placed my hands on his chest—his skin was warm and soft but ripped with muscle, like silk over marble. He stiffened but didn’t stop me.

I studied the ink on his chest and arms, taking my time to trace it with my fingers and tongue, making him rumble low in his throat. The scenes teemed with life: whales, dolphins, turtles, octopuses, every type of sea creature, interspaced with the rhythmic dance of the waves.

I unbuckled his belt and trousers, and walked around him to inspect his back tattoos, kissing my way down the fantastical display of creatures from mythology, like mermaids and hippocampi. The characteristics of the tattoos were all associated with the sea; they epitomised Si perfectly—his depth, mystery, and strength.

He must be a demigod of Poseidon. It seemed obvious now.

I pushed down his trousers, and he kicked them off. His body was corded with muscle, cinching down into trim hips, with black trunks caressing his sumptuous round ass and herculean legs. When he turned around to face me, my eyes dropped to the enormous bulge in his trunks, and when I spied his cock peeking above the waistband, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. He was packing; his schlong was huge.

Holy gods, that thing should come with a health warning. I lifted my eyes from his cock, and a half-smile touched his lips, his gaze molten.

‘Come here, Little Red,’ he growl-muttered, and my knees went weak.

I half-stumbled forwards to him, and he caught me, lifting my chin as his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss lingered. It was hot and hungry, deep, frantic, worship and destruction all in one—like he was a ravenous man, and I was his last meal.

He nipped and sucked on my bottom lip, then his soft lips whispered across my skin. Reverent open-mouthed kisses across my flesh, sucking at my neck, then further down to my collarbone. ‘Oh… Gods,’ I panted as he pressed a hungrier kiss on the top of my breast, massaging my tits and tweaking my budded nipples. His cock, hard and thick, pressed into my hip.

‘Mm, you taste delicious,’ he murmured as a pulse beat between my legs.

He picked up the pace, kissing me harder, deeper, then as he sank his teeth into my shoulder, I cried out in pleasure.

‘You like it rough.’ His eyes glinted in satisfaction.

‘Oh, yes… rough,’ I groaned. I was a hot mess of want. One hand skimmed down my side to my hip, but before his fingers could slip into my panties, I came to my senses, bending and slipping his trunks down and off, letting his cock spring free.

‘Let me look at you,’ I whispered as I took a step backwards.

Standing in front of a perfectly naked Si Thalassa, my mouth watered–gods, he’s got a gorgeous cock… Long, thick, the circumcised head resting against his lower abs—not far off a foot-long sub, and just as mouthwatering. I’m one of those women who actually thinks cocks are beautiful. I started salivating as he fisted that pretty cock, and at the dark promise in his gaze, lust climbed up my chest like an all-consuming beast.

I need him in my mouth.

‘Fuck my mouth,’ I said in a breathy whisper, and his smile was so bright it could have powered New York.

‘With pleasure.’ He dropped to the edge of the chair beside him. ‘I’ve thought about that red lipstick around my cock all night.’

I smiled stupidly and fell to my knees, shuffling towards that glorious cock.

‘Good girl. I love seeing you on your knees before me,’ he said as he watched me with dark pleasure dancing in his eyes.

‘I’ll bet you do.’ I raised my eyes to his as I stopped between his spread legs and grabbed his throbbing length in my hand, making him groan low in his throat. I firmly pulled my fist from the root, squeezing when I reached the tip. His cock was hard, the skin soft and silky; I ran my tongue over the head, licking up the pre-cum. It was warm and salty, much like him.

‘Fuuuck, Amelia,’ Si grunted as he fell back against the chair, squeezing his eyes closed, and I smirked with satisfaction. ‘Don’t stop… please.’

‘Not on your life,’ I said, and regretted the choice of words immediately, but got back to pleasuring him, before… I crushed that painful thought.

I traced the head and underside of the head with the tip of my tongue, and Si’s fingers laced into my hair as he grunted a low rumble. Squeezing the base of his cock, I used the flat side of my tongue to lick from the bottom of the shaft to the very tip and down again, then I flicked, kissed, and blew on the sensitive skin—my tongue dancing up-and-down, side-to-side, and swirling, making him wait.

‘Gods, woman⁠—'

Si’s voice cut off when I gripped the base and sank my hot mouth around his shaft, taking him deep, pressing my tongue against the underside as I reached the head, fondling his balls intermittently. I twisted my head as I bobbed up and down, and his hands tightened to fists in my hair as he let out a long groan.

He gagged me on his cock, choking me as it tapped the back of my throat. His lust-filled gaze never left me—his absolute pleasure dampened my panties until I was soaked. Si’s thrusts became more frantic. His cock was long and wide, and even though I opened my throat to accommodate the size of him, my gag reflex triggered; my eyes watered and drool dripped from the side of my mouth, but, gods, I didn’t care—I wanted to pleasure him.

I felt his cock swell, then pulse, and I swallowed him as he released a guttural groan and sucked him hard until he let loose and his salty cum filled my mouth. As I came up for air, Si collapsed back into the chair and closed his eyes.

‘Damn, woman. I think you broke me.’