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Trust him? She didn’t know him. And yet when he wedged a second finger back there, where she’d never allowed a touch before, she clenched her teeth against the pain and focused on relaxing her muscles. After his first few careful thrusts, the pain lessened into a throbbing that added to the pleasure building up in her belly. Could she be enjoying this? She’d been brought up to think of anything anal as taboo. This was wrong. So wrong. But it felt incredible.
“Should I stop?” She heard Palaemon’s question clearly, though his mouth was pretty full.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed.
He kept fucking her with his impossible tongue and his long, thick fingers, until pleasure overtook every other sensation. She was the ball of fire in her belly. She was his.
Palaemon withdrew his tongue and closed his lips around her clit. One hard suck, a grazing of his teeth, and he sent her hurtling into an orgasm that had her head thudding against the wall and her body jerking.
Palaemon held her upright while he stood. He rinsed both of them, and then gathered her in his arms, to carry her to bed, sated and soaking wet.
“Why could I hear you in my head?” she asked. Her lips were numb, and she felt drowsy, but she had to know. “Is it because we’re underwater?”
Palaemon lay down beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist, to tuck her into his side. “That only works inside the water. This is because you’re mine.”
He sounded so certain, for a heartbeat she could accept the idea. What would she leave behind, if she stayed with him? Her parents were on the other side of the freaking world, and her best friend was busy living her own impossible whirlwind romance. Christina had no place of her own and no career to speak of. Could she stay here?
No. That was crazy. She’d miss the mall and the movies and moonlit strolls on the beach and eating fried calamari or anything not based on sea flora.
But if she left—when she left—she wouldn’t have this, possibly ever again.
“Sleep,” Palaemon whispered against her temple. “I have more in store for you before breakfast.”
Using his broad, hard chest as a pillow, his twin heartbeats thundering under her ear, she gave into her exhaustion.
Something tickled her lips. She averted her face, but the smooth thing nudging at her mouth followed.
Christina opened her eyes, to get an eyeful of Palaemon’s huge cock hovering in front of her face. He half-knelt on the tall bed, fist around his shaft, and waggled his eyebrows at her when she sought his gaze. Part of her wanted to be upset that he’d wake her up to suck him off, but she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to taste him. This would be her last chance. She parted her lips and flicked her tongue across the bulging head of his erection.
“Take it in your mouth,” he said.
Gladly. She stretched her lips around his girth and sucked tentatively. He tasted like the ocean, and she ached to drown in him. She rubbed her tongue along the underside, as she took in more of him. He filled her mouth until her jaw ached. If he went any further, she’d choke. But she was hungry—ravenous—for him. Letting her teeth graze his length, she pulled back and then sucked him in again. He felt like barely controlled power, encased in satin.
She wanted to snap his control.
With a growl she couldn’t believe came from her chest, she closed her hand as far as it could go around him and sucked harder, twisting her grip on every downstroke. Palaemon groaned and thrust inside her mouth, her hand keeping him from bottoming out. “You’re incredible.” He fisted his hand in her hair and forced her to look up at him as he drove forward. “What have you done to me?” His blue eyes glowed, and the words came out choked.
She was doing this. And she would make him come apart, like he did her. She sucked for all she could, bobbing her head faster, stroking him harder.
She tugged on his balls and felt them tighten.
“I am going to come,” he said through gritted teeth.
Good. She sucked for all she had, pumping him so fast her forearm ached with the effort, until he spilled in her mouth. Thick, hot, salty cum coated her tongue and slid down her throat, and Christina swallowed greedily.
She’d done this. She’d made him come. And all before she even got out of bed. A giggle escaped her lips, and he draped his body over her and kissed her so thoroughly, laughing was the furthest thing from her mind.
He made love to her, slow and gentle, introducing her body to more pleasure than she could ever fathom. By the time they lay facing each other, his fingers tracing patterns on her breast, she felt severely dehydrated, and her stomach grumbled.
“You’re lucky it’s time for breakfast.” Palaemon kissed the tip of her nose and sat up.
He’d leave. They couldn’t show up together for breakfast with the royal family. Nereus wouldn’t allow one of his generals to be with a mortal. Besides, Palaemon might not want Pherusa to know what he and Christina did last night. The thought felt like a punch to the gut.
Palaemon held out his hand. “Aren’t you coming? We need to put some food inside you before I ravish you again. I don’t want you fainting on me.” He gave her a feral grin. “Or under me.”
She took his hand and stood, trying to ignore her heart thundering behind her ribs. They were going together? What would he tell the king and queen? Or Pherusa?
“That you’re mine.” His voice rattled in her head. “And I’m keeping you.”
“Don’t I get a say in that?” She should have sounded more assertive, damn it.
“You’ll get your chance to dispute my claim before King Nereus. He’s a fair man. I’m sure he’ll see how you cannot stand me, and order me to stay away from you.” Was he mocking her? He was mocking her.
She slapped his perfect ass—God, she’d miss this ass—and squealed when he returned the favor leaving her ass cheek stinging. Her lower body still throbbed from his attentions, and the seaweed robe scraped her skin as if it were made of rawhide, but she enjoyed the prickling. She tied the sash tightly. Would everyone be able to tell how she and Palaemon spent the night? Could they smell him on her? Her cheeks burned. “Do we have time for another shower?”
Palaemon shook his head as he put his breastplate in place and secured it. “The horn has sounded.”
It had? “I didn’t hear anything.”
“The witch has bespelled it so only the ones it’s meant for do.” As if that explained everything. Then again, the witch had made her speak fluent Greek within seconds, so everything was possible.
Palaemon buckled the bottom half of his armor. “Ready?”
Christina nodded and looped her arm through his. Let this surreal scenario continue for another couple hours. Soon, she’d be heading home.