Bride of the Sea Monster - Eve Langlais Page 0,22

myself standing in front of Ian’s door.

Before I’d even raised my fist to knock, he opened it. He wore only his pants, his bare chest as delicious as I remembered, his hair damp as if he’d already gone for a swim.

“What are you doing here?”

“I never got my wedding night.”

I reached for him and drew his mouth to mine. He froze for only a second as I kissed him, before he groaned and pulled me against him.

But it was the fact that he lifted me and carried me over the threshold of his room that melted my heart.

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Killian Kraken: I’m so confused.

Sasha kissed me, and I couldn’t say no. The second her lips plastered to mine, I was a slave to her sudden passion.

A part of me did question it. Was this because she felt sorry for me?

Another part of me didn’t fucking care.

There was something so right about touching her. Feeling her lips on mine. The sweet caress. I swept her into my arms and carried her into the room. I kicked the door shut, never losing track of those lips.

She draped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. Her lips devoured mine before nibbling their way down my throat. I might be strong, but my knees still buckled.

I barely made it to my bed. I laid her down on it, and she reached for me, her eyes at half-mast, desire in her expression.

Not pity.

I was too weak to refuse. Arousal raged through me, heating my blood. I stripped her of that dress, baring her body to my sight.

“Aaaah.” I sighed aloud, admiration in the sound.

“If you’re done looking, can we get to the touching?” she grumbled, squirming on the bed.

“As my lady commands.” Kneeling between her legs, I nipped the skin of her belly.

Sasha arched in response and gave a breathy exclamation. I kissed my way up to her mouth, testing the waters so to speak.

Her enthusiasm inflamed my senses. I left those succulent lips to suck at the flesh of her neck, pulling at the skin, leaving a mark that would fade, but for the moment, it pleased me.

Using only my tongue, I traced my way down her body, creating a wet path that circled her breasts. She grabbed hold of my head when my lips brushed over her nipples.

There was something imminently satisfying when the buds tightened at my touch. They puckered even more when I blew hotly on them.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, and the slide of my hand between her legs showed her wet. I fingered her as I played with her nipples, sucking one moment, biting the next, feeling her hips buck with my fingers inside her.

I could have happily stayed like this forever.

But I had other things I wanted to do. Places I wanted to taste.

I went exploring, skimming down her torso, scruffing my jaw over her belly, rubbing my face against her trimmed pubes. I gnawed at the flesh there, just grabbed it in a little pinch.

She quivered.

Fuck, I quivered. The way she responded to my touch, the way I felt being this close to her…

I pressed my mouth to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I could feel a pulse under the skin. I kissed it. Nipped up her leg to the nirvana waiting.

She writhed on the bed, panted with excitement. Squeaked when I feathered my warm breath across her moist lips.

“Ian.” She moaned my name.

It pleased me greatly.

I kissed her sex, a hard press of lips, followed by a deep lick.

She trembled. A hand on her stomach kept her pinned as I explored with my tongue, spreading those nether lips. Tasting her cream. Teasing her clit.

I wanted her writhing for me. Coming for me.

I kept swiping her with my tongue, spearing it into her. Then I replaced it with my fingers. Not one or two, but three to make it tight. Three to push deep while my tongue flicked her clit in a rapid back and forth motion that had her hips bucking.

“Oh. Fuck. Yes. Yes!” Her climax screamed out of her, and I practically came with her when her pelvic muscles clamped tightly around my fingers.

I didn’t stop licking. Or thrusting. I extended the orgasm, rolling her into a second panting shudder.

“Ian. Ian.” She just kept moaning my name, and that was when I moved over her, covering her body with mine, rubbing the tip of my cock against her wet sex.

She wrapped me in her arms, whispering to me, begging me to