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“No biting.”
I nodded.
He resumed his mission of kissing every scale on my tail. My entire body was shaking by the time his tongue licked along the edges of the most tender scales.
“Fynn!” I cried out his name.
His soft chuckle blew warm air against my sex, nearly causing me to climax.
“It seems I have found the hidden treasure.”
Talented fingers rubbed and teased, working to figure out the secrets of my body. I didn’t have to wait long. His strong finger slipped inside me, alternating between stroking and probing my slick walls.
“I want to taste to you so much it hurts, but we don’t fully understand your toxin. Next time I am going to devour you until you scream my name.”
“Please.” I couldn’t take anymore.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, princess.”
“Claim me, make me yours.”
I heard rustling and then the sound of his pants hitting the floor. He had slid on a pair of borrowed pants after we arrived at this building. He called them scrubs. A strange name for an article of clothing that made him look edible. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and with the pants hanging loose around his hips, I had been given an amazing view of his body. The outline of his manhood had been clearly visible as he moved around the room.
The shy scholar had transformed into a man that the artists of my homeland would have begged to sculpt. My gums throbbed with the need to mark him as mine. His hand wrapped around his erection. I watched transfixed as he slid his hand along his length. He was tempting a predator, and it was taking every ounce of my willpower to maintain control.
After his show of dominance, I was surprised when he gently moved me to the side of the small cot and eased down beside me.
“I love you, Zosime.” He spoke the words out loud.
“You have my heart, now claim the rest of me, Fynn,” I whispered back.
He needed no further encouragement. I felt his erection press against my scales, seeking entrance. His fingers found my entrance. I gasped as I felt the head of his erection slide inside me. Inch by slow inch, he moved deeper. When I felt our bodies press against each other, I moaned in satisfaction.
“Full. So full.”
“Princess.” He groaned into my hair.
With the same slow tenderness, he slid in and out. His rhythm was smooth and unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. Part of me, the Siren, wanted to ride him like my I rode my favorite mount into battle thousands of years ago. The other part of me was basking in the love Fynn was showing me.
I knew from his thoughts that he had experienced sadness in his past and had learned to wall himself off from others to protect himself. He was giving me every part of himself and trusting that I would not rip his heart in two. We were both broken souls, but together we had a chance to be whole again.
I forced myself to relax and enjoy this time instead of turning it into crazy frantic sex. We could do that when I healed. Resting my head on his chest, I listened to the steady sound of his heartbeat.
Our breathing grew ragged, and while his pace remained unhurried, he began to thrust in a little harder. His hand on my hip kept me steady, ever mindful of my injuries. I felt the pleasure building inside me. We were both nearing our release, but still he refused to move faster. I thought I would die from the overwhelming urgency of my need, but when I toppled off the precipice into pleasure so incredible, I forgot how to breathe. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body, the torturously slow build up created an orgasm that I thought would go on forever. I clawed at his chest, drowning in sensation, and struggling to take a breath.
“Bite me, princess. Now.”
His voice was strangled, my body had clamped around him and he was fighting to stave off his own release. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I sank my fangs deep, my out-of-control hormones pumping my toxin into him. The Siren smirked. She had enjoyed his dominance, and now she was enjoying having the upper hand.
“Fynn! I’m sorry!” I didn’t need to tell him why I was sorry. It was written in the strain on his face.
“Oh. This is— I can’t—”
The man couldn’t finish a sentence. She had broken him and felt no remorse about it. And then I felt it and knew why she was pleased with herself. When I bit Kye’s manhood, the toxin going directly to the area had sent it into overdrive, muscles straining and blood pumping. She had just pumped enough toxin into Fynn to affect his erection as well.
My slick walls suddenly felt tight, too tight. His hard member swelled as his body continued to pump blood into it. My eyes burned; if this didn’t stop soon, I was going to be ripped in two.
“I’m sorry, I can’t control it. Breathe, baby.”
