Chapter 14 Octavius #4
My tentacle didn’t force its way in yet. It simply massaged the sensitive flesh, circling and pressing until her resistance began to melt. Before I knew it, she was pushing back against it, almost like a silent invitation, and with that, I let the tip of the tentacle slowly slip inside.
“Holy fuck,” she cried out, her curses melting into moans as I slowly pushed in and out of her.
The feeling was incredible. She was so completely full of me, claimed in every possible way. She was a perfect, writhing vessel for my pleasure, and the thought of being so deeply inside her, of possessing her so completely, was the most intoxicating thing I had ever known.
My tentacles pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts to the cold night air as they glided over her hardened nipples, the suckers pulling at them roughly while I continued to pound into her.
She cried out so loudly it echoed down the cove below, and fuck, I adored this woman—everything about her. She was mine, fucking mine, and I drove into her harder this time so she would know it too.
I pulled her up, needing to feel the heat of her body against my chest as I continued moving with her, her back flush against mine while she spread her legs into a wider stance, giving me better access to drive into her.
“Octavius, I’m so close,” she sobbed, her voice breaking.
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded, my own voice strained as I felt myself right on the edge. The sight of her, utterly undone by my touch, her body writhing against the railing under the moonlight, was too much.
“Oh yes, yes!” she screamed, and I could feel not just the flood of her emotions through our connection, but the physical flood of her sweet release coating my cock and tentacles.
A low growl rumbled in my chest as my own release hit me like a tidal wave. I pulled out just in time, my cock pulsing as my hot, inky cum spurted across the perfect curve of her ass, dripping down to where my tentacles were still buried inside her.
As the last tremor shook my body, I pulled out of her completely, my legs feeling like they might give out—until they actually did, and I dropped to my knees behind her.
While I was down there, I seized the opportunity, leaning forward as my fingers found the mess I’d made.
I spread it across her skin, marking her with all of me as my tongue moved between her legs.
I spread her cheeks with my hands, my tongue delving between them to taste her—to taste us.
I licked her clean before moving to her swollen, sensitive pussy.
Flattening my tongue, I dragged it through her folds, collecting her release before circling her clit.
Her body went rigid as a strangled cry tore from her throat, another orgasm crashing through her while her thighs trembled in my hold.
I rose to my feet and turned her to face me, pulling her flush against my chest, needing to feel every part of it with her.
I held her there until the tension finally drained from her and she went soft and boneless in my arms, panting against me.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed. “I don’t think my vibrator could’ve done that.”
“Yeah,” I laughed, still panting as I came down from my own high. “That was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Make me jealous so I’d stay?”
She shot me a mischievous grin. “Maybe.”
I huffed out a breath, shaking my head. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet,” she shot back softly, her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight, “you still keep coming back for more.”
I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, because hell, she was right. I didn’t think I’d ever stop coming back for more.
“You know I want to stay,” I said, lingering close. “Being wrapped in your arms is currently my favorite place to be, but I really do need to be up early. I’ve been falling behind a bit at the parlor.”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s my fault,” she said with a shy giggle.
“Oh, it’s absolutely your fault,” I teased, a smile tugging at my lips. “But trust me, I’d rather be feeling all of you than dealing with a grumpy old sea witch on my massage table any day.”
She let out an adorable giggle, making the decision to leave feel harder by the second.
I let my tentacles give her body one last tight squeeze, knowing they, too, would miss her warmth tonight.
But before I could fully withdraw them, something hit me so intensely I nearly became lightheaded.
My tentacles didn’t absorb it though—they simply felt it.
It was overwhelming yet still so powerful. And I knew exactly what it was the moment it washed through me.
It was the same feeling I had been carrying, the one I’d been too afraid to act on. But now, with no denying what I felt from her, I couldn’t keep my own emotions bottled up any longer.
“I love you, Kara,” I said before I even realized it.
“What?”
Oh no... maybe I was wrong. Maybe what I felt from her wasn’t love at all. Maybe it was just the intensity of her orgasm bleeding into me, just lust and not something deeper like I thought. But fuck, it was too late to take it back. Not that I wanted to. I just didn’t want to scare her off.
So instead, I tried to backtrack. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
She stopped me with another kiss, and I felt it again—stronger this time and undeniable and my panic faded instantly as it surged through me.
“I love you too,” she whispered against my lips. “Crazy as it is, but I do.”
A slow, relieved smile spread across my face. “I know... I mean, I could feel it thrumming through you, and honestly, that’s the only reason I had the courage to say it.”
She laughed, swatting my chest playfully. “Cheater. That’s not fair, you get to know my emotions, but I don’t get to know any of yours.”
“Oh, I think you do,” I said, my voice dropping to that familiar, seductive rumble before I sealed my mouth over hers once more.
Damn, I wanted to stay here all night and wrap her in my tentacles, but I needed to be responsible and get myself home before I decided to retire and stay right here with Kara for the rest of my days.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, then we can pick up where we left off, because that wasn’t nearly enough for me.”
“Good,” she replied, a grin spreading across her face. “Because I definitely need more of that rough side of you.” She rose onto her toes and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I lingered for half a second longer before stepping back, watching as she turned and slipped inside her cottage.
As I made my way back down the path, one thought stayed firmly in place—tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.