Chapter 12 #3
I smiled wickedly as I straddled him. He gripped my hips, eyes devouring every inch as I climbed up his body.
When I reached his shoulders, he looped his arms around me, cupped my ass in both hands, and pulled me forward—guiding my pussy to his mouth.
I heard him inhale deeply, moaning like a man starved.
‘You’re so sweet. So wet.’ His voice vibrated against my skin before he tasted me. He grunted between swipes of his tongue, and then… he devoured me. Gods, this man could eat. He attacked my clit like a pro.
‘Holy shit,’ I gasped, palms slamming against the wall as his grip locked around my hips like iron shackles.
He dragged me over his mouth, forcing me to ride his tongue, every motion under his absolute control.
My breath came in ragged bursts, hips jerking against him as molten pleasure bled through my veins, hot and relentless.
‘Yes… Oh, don’t stop—’ My head fell back, a helpless whimper breaking free when his tongue flicked my clit—sharp, deliberate—before he latched onto it with ruthless possession. He devoured me… licking, sucking, claiming, like he meant to drink me down to the marrow.
Sweat coated my skin, and every lap of his tongue sent lightning through my spine.
Then he plunged his tongue deep inside me, curling and stroking until the tension wound so tight I could barely breathe.
His low, guttural growl vibrated into my core, branding me from the inside out, the sound alone enough to push me closer to the edge.
‘Holy mother…’ I cried as my climax slammed into me—violent, all-consuming.
Rapture split through me in brutal, unrelenting waves, each one tearing another cry from my throat.
I shattered, screaming his name, and still he held me there, milking every last tremor until I sagged in his grasp, panting and shaking.
But he didn’t let go.
His grip tightened, mouth sealing over my clit again, this time with slow, deliberate strokes—each one a pulse of heat that made my thighs tremble and my nails bite into the wall.
I could taste him in the air—salt, musk, ocean—and hear the wet, obscene sounds of his tongue working me open all over again.
‘Si… I—' My words broke into a cry when his teeth grazed me, gentle but commanding, his tongue swirling over the swollen bundle of nerves with lethal precision. The pressure built fast, unbearably fast, until my lungs burned from holding in the scream.
‘Come for me again, Little Red,’ he ordered against my soaked flesh, the rumble of his voice sending shivers ricocheting through me. ‘I’m not done until you remember who you belong to.’
The second climax tore through me like a storm breaking—wild, merciless, and deeper than the first. My bones melted, my vision went white, and the world narrowed to the sound of his growl as he finally eased back, licking me slowly like he was savouring the victory.
I was a wreck—breathless, boneless, and entirely at his mercy, and he knew it.
He flipped me onto my back, kissing me—the kiss was raw and fervent.
I tasted myself on his tongue and whimpered in satisfaction.
He dropped open-mouthed kisses across my breasts and down to my upper thigh, tantalisingly close—so close—and then…
A sharp sting.
A pain so divine, my pussy clenched involuntarily. He’d bitten me. He lifted his face and grinned like a wolf who’d just devoured his prey.
‘I’ll shower. Try to rest.’ He pressed a kiss to my forehead, like some smug, possessive king sealing a treaty, and started for the door.
My jaw locked, furious at the audacity of him—like claiming me was a done deal.
I shot upright, clutching the sheet around me like armour. ‘You really have to stop saying I belong to you,’ I snapped. ‘I’m not a piece of real estate you can stake a flag in.’
He only paused long enough to glance over his shoulder, that infuriating half-smile ghosting his lips.
‘We’re even now,’ I stated firmly, every word clipped. ‘The subject is closed. Done.’
He didn’t respond—merely arched a brow, a maddening glint of amusement flickering across his face before he walked out.
I slid from the bed, wrapping one of the fluffy robes around myself, and before I tied the belt, my gaze snagged on my reflection in the mirror. Frowning, I stepped closer and widened the robe.
Two small punctures marked my upper thigh, surrounded by faint bruising
Fang marks? I rolled my eyes and huffed a laugh. Get a grip, woman… you’ve clearly been reading too many fantasy romances.
I climbed back in bed, a mess of confused feelings. I wanted to simultaneously punch Si in the kisser and rub against him like a starving alley cat. I’d met my match with this man.
He was a master at oral sex—I’d never experienced anything like it. But… he was a god—he’d fuck me, enjoy the chase, and toss me aside when he got bored. I couldn’t put myself through that.
But I—idiot that I am—really liked the arrogant bastard.
I don’t believe in happily ever afters. Maybe that makes me a pessimist—but it protects my heart and keeps me from breaking into pieces. My heart wasn’t just guarded; it was iced over. To love, at least.
Which meant… the god of the sea was officially off-limits.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the dark.