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I’m back in control, and it feels good. I want her, and she wants me. I want her to be my lover, not my prisoner. I want to feel her desire.
I want to feel her pleasure.
It takes me only a few seconds to remove her clothes. I simply wrap my arms around them and pull them off like driftwood, leaving her naked on the bed. She’s beautiful when she’s naked. She’s always beautiful.
“I want you to take all of me,” I say, and then I press at her lips. A second later, I enter her.
She is warm and soft, and I feel her pleasure with every movement that I make. It was good to explore her with my mouth earlier, but now we’re both full of pleasure. We share this moment, rather than it being something that one of us is doing for the other. There’s something wonderful and intimate in that, and I can tell that she feels it, too.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, my thrusts growing more vicious as the need within me compounds. “Only mine. Tell me.”
“Yours…” she manages. I press a sucker down on her nipple, and she gasps in pleasure.
I can feel the inside of her. She’s starting to build, getting close to orgasm. And I want that more than I want anything. I want her to cum for me. I want to have brought her all the way. It will be like claiming her.
I’m getting close, too, but I have to hold it. She has to cum first. She simply has to.
“Laiken,” she gasps, and finally, I feel her quiver all around me. Her whole body tenses then softens, and she shivers softly in the grip of tentacles. I let her hands out of the arms holding them, and she immediately runs them over the surface of my head.
Barely a second later, my own orgasm hits. My body writhes, and I squeeze her to me as I do. She pulls me close to her, and the two of us lie on the bed. She’s gasping for breath while I pulse gently, like a tide going in and out.
“Fuck,” she whimpers dazedly.I do not bother with a response, although her word for this feeling feels accurate.
What does my relationship with this strange human mean? I don’t know, but there’s no denying any longer that our fates are entwined. I’ve saved her not once but twice. I’ve given her a place in my temple and decorated it to show that it belongs to her. She is part of my life now, and I don’t want to let her go.
Maybe that’s what really scares me about her. That she has become important to me in a way that no one else ever has. I’m used to living in the ocean like I was, looking up into it through the window above the temple. I was content to see the world and all the things in it but never to have to be a part of it.
But with her, it’s different. She changes me. She affects me. What she feels about me matters, and at the same time, I have no control over it. That’s terrifying, but at the same time, it’s also thrilling.
“You will not leave again. You will stay here and obey me,” I tell Penny. Her eyes fly to mine, her loose, boneless body suddenly going rigid in my hold.
“You’re talking to me like I’m your pet,” she says, and something in her tone riles me out of the bliss flowing through my body. I dislike when she uses terms I’m not familiar with.
“Pet?”
Penny gives a long-suffering sigh that only serves to further anger me.
“Yes, a pet. A creature you bring home and care for and demand obedience from, with no autonomy of their own.”
“You are a creature I brought into my home. You are a creature I care for, that must obey me to stay safe. I do not understand the distinction.”
Penny scowls, her cheeks turning pink as she forces herself away from me and rises to her feet. She moves like she plans to leave the room, but I’m not finished with her. One of my tentacles shoots away from me on instinct, winding around her waist and dragging her back to me.
She glares up at me from beneath thick lashes, her chest heaving, and it suddenly becomes difficult to tell whether the heat in my body is from anger or desire.
20
PENNY
Yes, I’m angry at him.
Of course I am. He told me that he wanted to keep me in his underwater temple like a pet. I escaped. I made it past his defenses, through the depths of the ocean, and all the way back to the land, and he followed me. He followed me, and he brought me back.
But worse than that, he saved my life. He fought off Malachi, who might never have gotten tired of torturing me, and he even built me this room to live in.
It’s a perfect room. It’s filled with all sorts of luxuries I dreamed of even being allowed to touch since I was a little girl. He must have gathered them from sunk ships and sea battles. And he put all of it together for me.
So, yes, I’m angry at him. I hate him even.
