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The giant Syllen statue with cupped hands acting as a waterfall had been one of the most celebrated landmarks of the guided tour, both when it had been in person than when it had shifted to purely virtual. The waterfall in front of the entrance had done a thorough job of hiding its existence.

We circled around the side to get a full view of the magnificent sculpture.

“Younglings will often swim in the basin formed by the hands, especially those who aren’t strong enough to battle against the current,” Taelen explained, pointing at them.

With the webbing between the fingers, it indeed created the perfect pool.

“I hope the day will come where our own offspring will splash through it,” he said carefully, the intensity in his gaze belying the casual expression on his face.

My heart leapt upon realizing this was his way of inquiring if I wanted children.

“Well, considering I’m fine with half a dozen of them, I’m not sure this pool will be able to handle them all, unless we spread them out,” I said, playfully giving the hands an assessing look.

Taelen burst out laughing, and the tension stiffening his tail abated.

“Half a dozen? I’m happy to take on that challenge, Shevraya. But remember that you picked that number,” he said in a purring voice while drawing me against him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest against his.

“I have no intention of forgetting,” I said, lifting my face to receive his kiss.

A bolt of lust exploded in the pit of my stomach as soon as our lips touched. Good Lord! I was falling fast and hard for my man. The same flame seemed to also burn deep within him. Taelen picked me up, his hands settling on my behind as my legs wrapped around his waist. His tongue invaded my mouth with a possessiveness that instantly had me throbbing with need.

We’d played naughty so many times since my arrival here, but his snake still hadn’t ventured inside my cave. And I was more than ready for it. With a will of its own, my pelvis rubbed in a suggestive fashion against his. Taelen stiffened and broke the kiss. His eyes locked with mine, as if to get confirmation of my wishes.

I held his gaze unwaveringly, grabbed one of his leinis, then let the tentacle glide through my fingers in a slow caress. Taelen’s chest vibrated with the rattling purr I’d come to realize expressed approval or desire. His eyes darkened, and the upper right corner of his lips quirked in an almost menacing snarl that had me instantly wet.

He crushed my lips with a voracious kiss then started walking back towards the village, carrying me the whole time.

Chapter 15

Taelen

As soon as we entered our bedroom, I reluctantly put Mirella back on her feet next to the bed. Not for the first time, I resented the fabric covering her, denying me free access to her bare skin. My hands and mouth ached to explore the perfection that she was.

Thankfully, she mostly wore tops that could easily be pulled off her, and pants with stretchy waistbands that you just slipped down in seconds. However, the wretched thing she called a bra drove me insane. As we usually got intimate at night, after she’d put on her nightgown, I’d never had to deal with trying to remove that breast covering. Mirella chuckled when I started cussing after fumbling around and failing to figure out how to take it off her.

She blindly reached behind her back and detached it with insulting ease and dexterity. As soon as she took it off, I greedily kissed her bare breast. A satisfied groan of pleasure and impatience vibrated through my chest as she slipped her fingers through my leinis. She leaned her head back and pressed my face closer.

My lips closed around the pink nub of her nipple. I loved the feel of its texture on my tongue as I licked it. While sucking on her hardening nubs, I lowered the waist of her pants with my free hand. As soon as it passed her knees, Mirella wiggled to make the pants fall to her ankles before stepping out of them.

After an ultimate nip and lick, I abandoned her breast and straightened. I fisted the golden strands of my mate’s hair on her nape and gently tugged her head back to reclaim her mouth. My free arm wrapped around her thighs, just below her behind so that I could lift her up. She hung on to my shoulders, softly gasping in surprise against my lips. The searing heat of her naked chest against mine wrested another rattling purr from me.

As I crossed the few steps separating us from the bed, Mirella broke the kiss and buried her face in my neck to lick my right gills. A strangled cry escaped me, and a bolt of lust exploded in my loins. A dull throbbing radiated between my thighs as my stem jerked beneath my skirt, aching to fill her. Each motion of her tongue teasing the seams felt as if it was directly on my stem.

I allowed her to continue for a moment longer. But I was growing painfully hard much too quickly. Pulling her away from my neck, I placed her on top of the bed. Mirella kicked off her shoes and crawled backwards to the center of the bed. I caught her ankle, preventing her from moving further back and started kissing a path up her slender legs to her secret treasure. An annoyed growl rattled in my throat at yet another obstacle, this time due to her panties.

She gasped in outrage at me snapping the flimsy string that kept the obnoxious obstruction on her. But it instantly shifted into a voluptuous moan when I spread her legs wide and buried my face between her thighs. Her back arched over the bed, all thoughts of her annoying garment forgotten as I sunk my tongue inside her divine well. Her hands clasped around two strands of my leinis. Her tight grip turned me on in a way that defied logic.

My Mirella tasted divine as I greedily devoured her. The delicate scent of her musk was whipping my senses into a frenzy. Spurred on by her voluptuous moans and the way her hips gyrated beneath my ministrations, I slipped two fingers inside her opening.

I would never tire of the wondrous sound of her pleasure in my ears. Driving my female insane with bliss was orgasmic in and of itself. Her responses to how I licked and sucked her engorged little nub had become an addiction. The same thing could be said about how her body jerked each time my fingers grazed the small bundle of nerves inside her.

My mate’s legs started shaking around my face. Feeling bold, I pulled my fingers out. Mirella’s whimper of protest instantly died when I inserted one of my leinis instead. My now free hand joined the other to graze the sensitive area behind her thighs. I accelerated the pace of my attentions until she climaxed with a sharp cry. While my tentacle still frantically moved in and out of her, its veris swelled so that it would increase the friction on her sweet spot. Tilting my head up slightly, with the tip of my tongue flicking over her clit, I peered at my woman. She was breathtaking, with her lips parted, eyes closed, and an air of pure bliss on her stunning face.

I pulled my leinis out and licked my woman’s essence off its tip. My stem ached and throbbed, demanding that I climb on top of my mate, and bury myself deep in her warmth. She was ready for me, her opening glistening with her essence from the pleasure I’d given her. And yet, I reined in my primal urge and continued to kiss, lick, and caress her pale skin. It was so incredibly soft, with an intoxicating spicy scent unique to her.

While she slowly came down from her high, I flipped her onto her stomach to kiss and caress every centimeter of her body. I slightly extruded my claws and carefully raked them along the sides of her spine, from her shoulder blades to the small of her back. Her legs jerked in response. Since I’d discovered how much she loved that, I seized every opportunity to do so. It was just as sensitive for her when done at the back of her thighs, right above the crook of her knees.