Page 84 of Whispers of the Deep
“I do not know your kind.” A small flare of nerves twisted inside him, wriggling like an eel in his belly. “Mating is rough and brutal for my people. The females are larger than us. We coil our tails together, fighting even while intertwined. There is much blood and much pain, along with pleasure.”
Her eyes widened in the water. “That’s not how it is for humans.”
“Then how is it?”
She cupped his hand in hers, easing his grip on her breast and softly gliding it over her skin. She used his thumb to ghost his touch over the peak, and to his fascination he saw her nipple grow harder beneath his gaze. “Soft,” she whispered. “Not always, but soft is always a good start. We touch. Linger. We use our tongue and fingers to bring the other person pleasure.”
“Tongues?” he tilted his head, watching her with a narrowed gaze. “You jest?”
“I do not.”
She leaned forward, and he had no way of knowing she was going to remove her rebreather. One second it was on, and the next he felt the warm, wet glide of her tongue along his gill.
His scales slid to the side, and he popped out into the cold water. His gills shuddered, his body seized, and all the thoughts in his mind fled other than fight, fuck, or claim. By all the gods in the sea, he had never expected it to feel that good. He hadn’t thought anything could feel that good! Her fingers had been stunning, but this?
She slid the device back over her face, hitting some button that cleared out the water as she leaned back. “Get the idea?”
“You’ll do that again,” he growled, gripping her a little too hard. “But first I’m going to do it to you.”
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Mira
She had no idea what she was doing. Mira was wrapped around him like some kind of squid, coiling her limbs around him because that was what he said the females of his kind did. But she didn’t think she could ever make herself seem larger than him. And if he was expecting a woman larger that him, one that would fight him and hurt him, it wouldn’t be her.
It wasn’t possible for her to overtake him, and she highly doubted that he would do anything but laugh if she tried.
So that meant she had to do things her way. She had to touch him the way a human would touch another. She had to convince him that there were other ways to have sex. Other ways to enjoy being with each other that weren’t just fighting, blood, and fangs.
She was a little worried about the logistics, but they would see where this went. That was why she’d licked him. Just to see what he would do if she touched her tongue to him, to see what would happen if he realized there was another way to do this.
Perhaps his kind were violent, but she wouldn’t survive that. Not with him. Not likely even with one of her own kind.
He had clearly enjoyed that touch, though. With an arm still around her back, he tilted her hips so her chest was spread out before him. “So you like gentle touches. That’s what you say?”
“Human women do.” She stared down at his black eyes, already burning with so much passion it made her heart speed up. “The men maybe prefer more forceful touches.”
“I don’t want to talk about other men.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to be very different, so neither do I.” Maybe she was crazy to want him like this. He was an undine, not even remotely human, and yet all she could feel was more wetness pooling between her legs. His muscles were so tempting. She wanted to touch them, taste them, let her tongue trail between the valleys of his abs, even though she knew it was a risk every time she took off her rebreather.
And still, she wanted to risk it. She wanted to touch all of him.
Apparently, he was more interested in touching her. His hands slid from her collarbone all the way down to her belly. A wicked grin on his face, he drew his nails down the front of her dress. Not enough to tear her skin, or even to rip it from her shoulders. Just three lines on each side, enough for her breasts to peek out through the fabric.
But all the seduction in his gaze dropped away as he finally saw her breasts. He groaned, the sound rumbling through his rib gills and vibrating against her thighs.
“You’re as pretty as I thought you would be,” he said at the end of that groan, drawing her up through the water with his arm banded around her back. He brought her breasts right to his mouth, his hair tangling around her torso as he did so. “Taste,” he murmured against her chest, drawing his lips over the tip of her nipple. “Humans like to be tasted.”
He opened his mouth and oh, his tongue. That wasn’t a normal tongue.
Mira couldn’t stop her eyes widening as she saw that strange appendage leave his mouth. Dark blue and thicker than any tongue she’d ever seen before, it was covered in tiny bumps that she tried very hard not to think were growths until he flicked it over her nipple.
Then all she could think about was how incredible that would feel between her legs. The texture of it wasn’t rough, like she’d thought. It was smooth and warm and almost clung to her skin as he licked at her again.
Groaning, fissures of pleasure moved through her body. Her stomach clenched, and she tried to squeeze her legs closed to help with the pressure between her thighs, but she couldn’t with him between them.
“Good?” he asked.
