Page 96 of Queen of Tempests and Sin

‘Fates,’ I groaned, the sound torn straight from my chest.

Her hands lingered at the ties of her bikini bottoms, teasing, testing me, her eyes never leaving mine. My restraint frayed to nothing.

‘Now,’ I ordered, the single word snapping like a wave against rock.

Her lips parted, a flush climbing her throat, but she obeyed—fingers tugging at the knots until the fabric slid down her hips. She kicked the bikini aside, standing bared and brazen before me, fire in her eyes, ocean wind in her hair.

She was everything I’d ever wanted—wild, fearless… mine.

I reached for her, hauling her against me, my mouth crashing to hers with a hunger I couldn’t hold back any longer, but then I slowed, forcing myself to pull back, to taste her instead of devouring her. My lips brushed hers once, twice, soft and lingering, until she melted against me.

‘Beautiful,’ I murmured against her mouth, the word almost reverent. My hands framed her waist, sliding up the curves of her ribs, the swell of her breasts. My thumbs grazed over her nipples, drawing a shuddering breath from her lips.

I dropped to my knees in the sand, the ocean’s spray cool on my back, her warmth burning before me. My palms traced down her thighs, slow and deliberate, before I pressed kisses along her hip, her stomach, each one a vow.

‘You’re mine, Cordelia,’ I whispered, voice low and raw, lips grazing her skin. ‘Every inch of you.’

She trembled, her fingers threading into my hair, tugging when my mouth reached the inside of her thigh. I lingered there, nipping lightly, savouring the sound of her sharp inhale, before I looked up at her—her chest rising and falling, eyes dark and hungry, fire and challenge written all over her.

Fates, she was magnificent.

And I would worship her slowly, with lips and tongue and touch, until she was begging for the maelstrom I was holding back.

I pressed a kiss just above the curve of her thigh, then another lower, teasing, until she gasped my name, her fingers tightening in my hair, urging me where she needed me most. But I took my time. My tongue traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, savouring the salt of her, the way her muscles quivered under my touch.

‘Poseidon,’ she breathed, a tremor in her voice.

That sound undid me. With a low growl, I pressed my mouth to her heat, my tongue parting her folds, slow at first—deliberate strokes that had her hips jerking, her breath breaking into ragged moans.

‘Gods, you taste like mine,’ I groaned against her, the words lost in the slick heat of her.

Her hand fisted tighter as I licked deeper, finding her clit with the flat of my tongue before circling it, relentless, until she cried out. I sucked lightly, then harder, drinking in every sound she made, every arch of her body against my mouth.

She was wild above me, tugging at my hair, grinding against my tongue, lost in the maelstrom I was building for her. I slid a finger inside her, then another, curling just right, and she shattered—moaning my name, trembling as her release broke over her like a crashing wave.

I didn’t stop. I kept licking, sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she sagged against me, thighs trembling, gasping for air. Only then did I rise, my mouth slick with her, my cock aching, ready to claim her in full. But not yet. Not until she looked into my eyes and saw everything—my hunger, my worship, my need for her above all else.

Her body sagged against me, thighs quaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I rose and kicked off my trunks, before I slowly kissed my way up her body—her stomach, her ribs, the curve of her breast. My tongue flicked over her nipple before I sucked it deep into my mouth, drawing a strangled moan from her throat. I lifted her, laying her back onto the sand, kneeling between her thighs as the waves lapped close.

‘Si… please,’ she whispered, her voice thin and wrecked with need.

I lifted my head, cock straining against her slick heat, lips curving into something dark. ‘Please what, Little Red?’ I murmured, my voice low and dangerous.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips arching against me, slick heat rubbing against the length of me. ‘Please… I need you inside me.’

A feral growl rumbled from my chest. Still, I dragged it out, grinding the head of my cock against her entrance, slow, shallow, just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes flared, wild and pleading.

‘Say it again,’ I demanded, my voice rough.

‘I need you,’ she cried, her voice breaking. ‘I need you, Poseidon. Please… fuck me.’

The words snapped what little control I had left, and with a roar, I sank into her, burying myself to the hilt in one hard, claiming stroke. Her cry tore through the air, raw and beautiful, her body clenching around me like she was made for me.

‘Fates,’ I groaned, my forehead pressing to hers. ‘Mine.’

I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as I took her nipple into my mouth, slow and deep, tearing a gasp from her lips. I sucked and teased her breasts, rocking into her, slowly at first, savouring every inch, every whimper, until her pleas turned to screams and I gave her the storm she’d begged for.

The sound of her plea tore the last shred of restraint from me. I slammed into her again, harder this time, her screams swallowed by the roar of the surf behind us. My hands gripped her hips, holding her wide open for me as I drove into her, over and over, each thrust deeper, rougher, until her nails carved fire into my back.