He moves lower still. His large hands grip my hips, thumbs pressing into the sensitive scales there. He gently spreads my lower slit wide, exposing my vulnerable and hardening length to the freezing water. He looks up at me from the sand, his eyesdark with pure desire. He presses his face close, his warm breath washing over my most sensitive areas.
And he speaks. He doesn't use words. He makes a sound. A deep, resonantOhm. Water acts as a perfect conductor, and the vibration transfers seamlessly from his throat directly against my exposed nerves before I feel his tongue gently exploring. A heavy groan tears from my throat.
It's sensory overload. The intense vibration is physically inside me, mimicking a rewiring of my entire nervous system with his voice alone, replacing my blood with pure fire.
I claw at his broad shoulders, my nails leaving pale half-moons in his gray skin. "More—"
He refuses to stop. The abrasive rasp of his tongue against me hits my nerves, and it synchronizes with the heavy rumble of his throat. He maintains a calculated distance, guarding my skin from the lethal edge of his serrated teeth. The profound restraint unravels my mind. He licks at the vein pulsing under his tongue and hums against me, growling softly into my skin, his tongue gently lapping at the slick heat pooling at my sensitive tip.
I'm coming apart.
I have never felt anything like this in my life, not in the glittering upper reef. It is not the physical friction of his rough touch, it's pure acoustic resonance. He is playing my body like a finely tuned instrument, finding every frequency that makes me shatter.
He lowers his head, and the water parts around him, creating a temporary space of stillness. The warmth of his breath ghosts over me a moment before contact, a stark, welcome heat against the pervasive chill. Then, he takes my tip entirely into his mouth. His lips are a soft seal, and the suction he applies is exquisitely gentle, a deliberate, careful pull that seems to draw directly from my very core. It's a question asked without words, a test of pressure and response.
And to my surprise, that's all it takes. The world dissolves. A wave of heat, deep and molten, radiates from the point of contact, flooding my veins with a liquid fire that eclipses all thought. My back arches, a involuntary bow pushing me harder against the rusted metal, a sharp counterpoint to the yielding pleasure. A choked sound escapes my throat, a mixture of a gasp and a sob, as the intensity coalesces into a blinding white peak. My fins flare wide, a final, instinctual surrender to the tide he has so expertly commanded.
I climax with a loud, unrestrained scream echoing endlessly through the empty canyons of the Silt District.
I shudder, both hands gripping his hair as my body convulses through pleasure against the iron wall, brilliant white spots dancing wildly in my vision.
He catches my weight as I slump forward, holding me flush against his chest, his own breathing heavy with exertion. He looks at me, unapologetically proud.
"Loud," he says again, wiping a stray tear of pleasure from my flushed cheek with his rough thumb.
"Yes," I wheeze, resting my forehead against his shoulder. "Very loud."
He kisses me one last time, a soft, intimate press of lips, full of a new, terrifying promise. "My turn," he whispers into the water.
He doesn't wait for verbal permission. He knows he already possesses it entirely.
He turns me around in his arms and lifts me higher, pinning me firmly against the rusted iron of the tower wall. My tail lowers around his again and coils tighter to anchor myself. The abrasive friction of his rough shark skin rubbing against my highly sensitive ventral ridges sends wild, electric sparks traveling through my nerves. He is larger than me, solid, heavy, and demanding.
He aligns himself, but then I feel him pull away.
I feel his fingers first. Rough. Caressing. Exploring. Sending new shockwaves low in my groin all over again.
He presses a finger in at the same time his rough hand wraps around my sensitive member, already hardening again from the intensity of his friction. A second finger slowly joins behind me, and I'm sure with every fiber of my being that I'm the loud one now. Not him. My groaning could possibly be heard throughout the entire Reef for all I know.
His hands work in unison to undo me, and only then do I feel him align himself again. He enters me. It is a slow, heavy stretch forcing a gasp from my lips, my head falling back against the metal. He fills every empty, lonely space I possess.
"Kael," I choke out, my fingers reaching back and digging into his biceps for balance.
He stills, waiting for my body to stretch and adjust to his size.
A sudden, sharp spike of pure pleasure overrides the initial pinch. My delicate tail fins all snap open once again, flaring out into the freezing water, rigid and trembling. An instinctual reaction, a primal, vulnerable display of total surrender. The physical loss of control startles me. I have never yielded like this before.
Kael notices.
His dark eyes track the sudden flash of my flared crimson webbing. A low, dark rumble of approval vibrates deep in his chest. His feral grin widens in the gloom. He loves the raw display. He loves knowing he caused it.
Then, he moves.
It's no frantic, rushed rhythm. He slowly thrusts deep into me, and with every powerful forward movement, he hums. It's overwhelming. The vibration of his deep voice travels perfectly through his broad chest, down through his driving hips, and directly into my core. I am taken by pure, heavy sound as much as by flesh. I gasp, a desperate, ragged inhale that burns mylungs, and it's in that shuddering moment of relief that I feel it. The softest pressure, a whisper of contact against my temple.
"Loud?" he asks, his voice rough and breathless right in my ear.
"Yes," I moan, digging my sharp nails deeper into his arm. "Louder. Please."
