He snarled, his chest rising and falling with aggression. “You have a sadistic side, my filthy wife.”
“I have a curiosity.” I ran my fingers through his sea-waving hair. “You admitted to masturbating when I’m not there to please you. I want to see what you look like when you come by your own hand.”
“You want to see me come, Jinx? Fine.” His fingers tightened around his cock, his pace quickening as he masturbated. “I’ll come for you. I’ll show you how insane you make me. But the next time I blow, I’m going to be so far inside you, you’ll taste me as I spurt and coat you.”
“We’ll see.” I crossed my arms, the trident forming a protective shield between me and the sexual thirst rapidly infecting me.
My body ached and breasts throbbed.
My entire form trembled for the dirty things he’d promised.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the way he punished his body. How his fingers turned white as he thrust into his fist. How his balls drew up tight and hard against his body. How his scaled belly clenched with muscle that made my teeth ache to bite.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” he growled, his hand moving faster.
“Watching you is making me wet.”
“Show me,” he snarled.
We were caught in a vortex of need, a water funnel where lust swirled and drowned us. Stepping toward him, I boldly raised my leg and placed my foot on his scaled shoulder.
His eyes locked between my legs, drinking in my bareness, my sexuality, my desire.
“Christ.” His head fell back as he worked himself harder. “You’re killing me.”
“Touch me. See for yourself how wet I am.”
His free hand swooped up. He didn’t prepare me for touch. He didn’t skim up my thigh or caress my knee in request. He cupped me hard. His thumb pressed against my clit, and his fingers pushed against my drenched entrance.
“Motherfucking God—” He came with a tattered groan.
He jerked on his knees as pearls of white shot from the top of his cock and hovered in the ocean. A string of cum jettisoned into the sea as his body purged and spiralled with bliss.
My entire body hummed. My skin became hypersensitive. My clit pulsed for a similar release.
Sully tore his eyes open, his mouth parted as he breathed hard. Never looking away from me, he inserted two fingers deep within me, spearing fast and ruthless. “Jealous, Jinx?”
“Insanely.” I clenched around his touch, wobbling on one leg, holding my trident for balance. “Desperately.”
“Want my cock?”
I bit my lip, moaning thanks to his seducing claim. “Yes.”
He smiled savagely. “Told you, you’d be begging for it.”
Most of me wanted to fall into his spell and give myself to him. But the part still wanting to play, rebelled against his cocky assurance that I was his to take.
Not yet.
I’m having too much fun.
With tattered self-control, staying in the game for just a little longer, I grabbed his wrist, and stilled his fingers inside me. Looking down my nose at him, I breathed, “You’re the one begging. Look at you. On your knees, starving to be inside me. You’re hungry and only I can feed you...if I feel like you’ve pleaded enough.”
“You’re on dangerous ground, Jinx.” He growled, his fingers driving into me, despite my restriction. “And you’re right. I am starving. I’m so fucking hungry for you. And the longer you deny me, the thinner my self-control becomes.”
“Let me go.”
“Not gonna happen.” he snapped. “Not until you’re boneless on my cock.”
“And I won’t be on your cock unless I permit it.” I tried to swim away but he trapped my raised leg, keeping me locked. He knocked my trident away; it sank to the sand beside him.
“One last time, Jinx. I will beg on my goddamn knees one last time.” He slid his fingers out of me, spreading my wetness over my clit, mingling with seawater and sending sparks through my bloodstream. “My cock is hard. I’m not sated. I won’t be satisfied until I’m balls deep inside you and you shatter as I fuck you.” His eyes flashed and the scales on his jaw glittered with darkness. “Give me permission. Say I’m allowed to fuck you.”
I shivered.
I loved the power he gave me, all while adoring the knowledge he would take me, regardless of my consent. He would consume me, corrupt me, and make me cry in so many delicious ways.
Running my fingers through his waterlogged hair, I smiled a stiff royal smile. “You don’t deserve to fuck me yet, husband.”
His lips pulled back in a full snarl. “Christ, you’re going to pay for that.” Ripping his fingers from clit, he wrapped his arm around my waist, snatched me off my feet, and shoved me onto the seafloor. “I’m done begging, wife. I warned you what would happen if you denied me.”
His hands roamed my body.