Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
This is different.
She sighs into my mouth and I guide her back against the side of the tub. It’s the most natural thing in the world to press my thigh to her pussy and cup her hips, urging her to grind against me. I want to feel her come apart, I want the abandon of her orgasm and to know that I’m the cause of it. I need her surrender more than I need my next breath.
Maybe drowning really is the sweetest way to die.
With that in mind, I kiss my way down her chest, taking the time to lavish her breasts with all the attention they deserve. Her fingers are in my hair, but Maeve makes no move to guide me. It’s as if she knows that I need this. But then, she always seems to know what I need almost before I do. I draw in a slow breath and then descend below the surface of the water, nipping and kissing her stomach and then settling between her thighs. A short time ago, the pressure of air in my lungs, knowing that my next breath was not assured, was a nightmare. Now it’s something significantly more dreamlike.
This is how I reclaim myself. By claiming her.
Even with the bathwater all around us, she still tastes like the sea. I lick her, enjoying the way that her thighs tense on either side of my head. Our first time together may have been a frenzy, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t paying attention. I know exactly what gets my little selkie off.
I give it to her now. I press two fingers into her and focus on her clit, using the flat of my tongue to stroke her just the way she desires. Who needs breath? This isn’t terrifying. This is a choice I’m making, one I will happily make again and again. She’ll come before my breath runs out. I’ll make sure of it.
It doesn’t take long. Maeve moves against me in long, graceful motions, grinding against my tongue as she chases her pleasure with the same fervor that I do. The only thing I mourn is that I don’t hear her cry as she comes. I certainly feel it, her pussy clamping around my fingers tightly enough to bruise.
And then I bite her.
Her whole body goes tight and tense, her blood salty on my tongue. I don’t take much, just a few pulls, just enough to ensure that her orgasm keeps going and going.
Just enough to ensure that she’ll never get over me.
I don’t know where that thought came from, and I refuse to examine it as her hands tighten in my hair and she wrenches me back to the surface to kiss me, hard and messy. I can’t stop touching her, gripping her big ass, stroking up her spine to clasp the back of her neck, hooking her thigh around my waist so we can get closer. Did I really think one orgasm was going to be enough? Normally I’m not such a fool.
“You make me crazed,” she says between kisses. “I’m trying to comfort you.”
I smile against her lips. “I’m feeling incredibly comforted right now. Aren’t you?”
“Lizzie.” Her growl makes my nipples tighten. And then her hand is between my thighs, stroking my pleasure the same way I stroked hers. It’s hard to tell because her eyes are naturally so dark, but I swear they darken further. Her lips curve as she relaxes against the side of the tub. She tilts her head to the side, baring her neck to me. “Bite me again.”
“Maeve.” Since we came aboard the Serpent’s Cry, she’s been eating better than she was in that little sad excuse for a sailboat, but that doesn’t mean she’s at full strength after going days without food and water in the wake of the storm. She doesn’t heal the way a vampire does. If I drink too much, I will harm her.
“Please, Lizzie.” She presses a third finger into me, scrambling my thoughts. “Do it when you’re right about to come. I want us to go over the edge together.”
I make a sound that’s almost a laugh, but it feels like desperation. Does she understand what she’s doing to me? I can’t focus enough to ask. I kiss her hard, even as her clever fingers tease me closer and closer to that edge she promised. Apparently Maeve learned my body just as quickly as I learned hers. Enough to ensure that she knows exactly what I need to orgasm.
She presses her thumb to my clit. Hard. The barest edge of her nail causing a spike of pain that sends me hurtling into oblivion. In that moment, when I’m poised before falling, I strike, biting her neck. Too hard. Too deep. But I can’t control myself as I’m spasming through an orgasm. I try to unclench my jaw, but she just keeps stroking me, her cries of pleasure ringing in my ears.