Chapter 14 #2
I just wanted to be comforted by him, to be lost in this moment with him and not reminded of my problems. More than anything, I just wanted to be closer to him.
As irrational as I knew it was, I wanted to hollow out his insides and crawl inside him where no one could ever take him away from me again.
If we could have fused at a cellular level, I would have done so.
I reached down for my underwear, getting my thumb under the side, and struggled to get them off, trapped as I was between Lorn and the ground.
Suddenly, his fingers were tangled with mine, claws slicing through the fabric as if it were wet parchment.
He shifted his weight to remove the offending garment from me and as soon as it was off, his skin and scales were pressed against my own skin.
His wetness coated me between my legs, adding to my own slick arousal until I couldn’t tell what was mine and what was his.
He settled in against me, nibbling at the side of my neck as his hard shaft poked and prodded between my legs.
It laved at my opening just as his tongue laved at my neck, his shaft alternating between rubbing gently at my entrance and giving firmer pressure as the wet glans dragged up my slit to slide against my sensitive clit at the top.
He continued to lick and suck gently at the skin on the side of my neck, where my own gills would have been if I’d had them.
The heavy weight of him was delicious, and combined with his attentions at my neck and his slick member writhing, prodding, against the nerves at my opening, and my sensitive breasts pressed against his hard chest, I felt like I couldn’t get enough air inside of me.
Or enough of him inside of me. I needed more.
I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that all I could do was bite down gently on his shoulder and hang on.
Digging my fingernails into his back and wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, I clung to him, driving my heels into his backside.
I needed to press him more firmly into my body, but it wasn’t enough. “Lorn.” It came out sounding bossy.
He barked a laugh and then shuddered, trying to wrest control of himself. “Sadira,” he whispered against the curve of my ear as he drew his lips against it. My name was a retort, but quiet and reverent. He ground his heavy pelvis down against my clit, making me cry out with the pleasure of it.
I was beginning to feel my insides flutter and contract, and the emptiness felt like a strange ache. “Lorn,” I begged, shifting underneath him, searching desperately for more contact. Needing more than this. “You’re teasing me on purpose.”
His low laugh as he nuzzled against my neck confirmed it.
“I need more inside of me.”
He pulled back so he could watch my face, his own expression severe, and pressed his hips against me more firmly.
I squeezed my thighs tighter against his hips, drawing another chuckle from him that turned into a groan as his cock probed deeper at my opening.
Now it was his turn to watch my slack-jawed expression with a fierce and curious one of his own.
I knew from the heat in my face that my cheeks were stained dark with a flush, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head.
His eyes were locked eagerly on my face as I felt his rounded glans writhe into my opening, then thrust deeper as he pushed himself inside of me, aided by the slick fluids coating the sides of his cock and my own dripping wetness.
His entire body tensed with the effort of trying to enter me slowly, and I could tell from the rough way his breaths trembled out of him that it cost him.
There was a sharp pinch of pain as he plunged deeper and the flared base of his cock stretched my opening wide as he sheathed himself, but when he flinched at my shocked gasp and started to retreat, I grabbed the back of his neck and locked my thighs to hold him tighter. I pulled him against me. “Stay.”
He obeyed, and we lay there wrapped within each other for a long moment while we panted ragged breaths against each other’s skin.
Even with the pain, I felt an overwhelming sense of completeness with him inside me, a rightness in this intimacy that I’d been craving for years and never fully understood.
After a long moment where my muscles finally started to relax, I felt him begin to stir slowly within me, his cock shifting and curling against the front of my insides.
He was petting me from the inside, though his pelvis was still pressed against mine as tightly as it could be.
He pressed a gentle kiss against the side of my face, and there was something almost painful in his sweetness, in how much I needed him.
Him. All of him. I was so tired of having my time with him rationed. Cut short. Limited.
His long shaft added pressure to its curled stroking against the sensitive front wall of my pelvis, a motion that had me seeing stars and my body locking up.
I moaned against his gills. He growled in response, and pressed even closer, his entire chest thrumming as he did.
The sound was primal and possessive, making more wetness drip from where we were joined.
He moved against me, thrusting slowly and grinding against my mound, rolling his hips as my body clenched and arched against him, desperately needing.
Seeing that I was no longer in pain, he began to fill me eagerly, throbbing and pulsing inside of me until I was finally thrashing against him, crying out and clutching him tighter.
He rode me harder, chasing his own completion, pushing me deeper into my orgasm until his shoulders were heaving and he climaxed with me, hissing and growling, his face pulled taut in hot lust. It was the most beautiful and masculine thing I’d ever seen.
After a long moment feeling his shaft pulse inside of me, Lorn collapsed against me, panting and completely spent, before quickly coming to his senses and rolling to his side with me gathered against him. “Mine,” he hissed quietly into my hair. And in that moment, at least, I was.
We lay still there as we caught our breath.
Eventually, his abdomen tensed and he disengaged from my body, his shaft slowly returning into his body as his fold closed up around it.
I winced at the soreness I could feel in his absence, and he pressed another of his slow almost-kisses to my temple, checking on me the way he knew how.
He gathered me closer to him and threaded his fingers through my hair, brushing his thumb against the tip of my ear, not feeling the need to say anymore.
But the longer we lay there, the more the outside world came creeping back into my mind. My morning came flooding back like a punch in the gut. When I finally spoke, my tone was flat, without inflection. “My parents are trying to tell me I have to take an arranged marriage.”
Lorn’s claws paused in my hair.
“What is this?” he asked, not understanding.
I tried to think of how to explain it. “An arranged marriage… sometimes it works out,” I started, “but sometimes it’s like a forced bond, I guess… like what the sirens try to do when they enchant you.”
His hands tightened on me so quickly that I felt the sharp prick of his claws on my scalp and side.
A long, low hiss tumbled out of him, making my skin prickle.
Before today I’d only ever heard him make that noise when he was roughhousing with his friends, and it got out of hand.
I was contemplating the structural differences his mouth must have to be able to make such a sound when he shocked me with a question.
“Can you marriage me?”
My heart skipped in my chest to the point of pain. Elation, longing, hope, confusion, and despair overwhelmed me all at once.
“Marriage you?” I asked his chest. “Are you asking me to marry you? Do you know what you’re asking me, Lorn?” I pulled back to look at his face and found it full of concern and a frantic intensity like I’d only seen when I’d stayed underwater too long and he pulled me up thinking I was drowning.
“Yes.” His jaw was set, his mouth pulled down into a severe frown.
I wanted to believe him, but our peoples were so different—there was no way he understood.
I shook my head. “It’s not like—Lorn, our marriages are for life.
” At least, that was the intent. Some people left unhappy marriages, of course, but it was a completely different intention when joining together in our culture compared to his.
“We don’t join together for a short time just to make a child, like merpeople do.
” I couldn’t handle it if Lorn wanted to be with me for a few years and then decided it was time to move on to his next mating.
“We join with each other for life. Until we get old and die.” I didn’t know how to express it so that he would understand beyond that.