He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, each one driving her closer to the edge. She matched his rhythm, her hips moving with his in a perfect sync. The pleasure built with each thrust, coiling tighter within her until she felt like she was going to explode.
"You're all mine," he growled, his voice a fierce declaration as his thrusts became more urgent.
His words sent a thrill rushing through her, the intensity of his claim only heightening her pleasure. "Yes," she moaned, her voice filled with abandon.
She could feel his control slipping, his movements becoming more primal as he chased his own pleasure. The sound of their bodies meeting, the feel of his cock filling her so completely, the heat of his skin against hers—it was too overwhelming, too intense, and too perfect.
"I'm close," she gasped, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure threatened to consume her.
"Let me feel you come undone, Isolde," he commanded softly.
His words were her undoing. With a cry that echoed across the beach, she came, her body arching off the sand as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her body. The ocean responded to her pleasure, the waves rising slightly in harmony with her climax.
His control soon snapped completely. With a loud groan, he drove deep into her depths. His powerful orgasm tore through him as he spilled his seed into her. His body shuddered with the force, gripping her hips tightly as he held her close.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still connected, their breaths mingling as they both came down from their intense highs. She felt a sense of contentment wash over her.
"That was…" she began, her voice soft and dreamy.
"Incredible," he finished for her, his voice filled with a deep satisfaction. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a warmth that made her heart skip a beat. "You are incredible."
She reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she looked into his eyes. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice playful.
He chuckled. "Not so bad? I’ll take that as a compliment."
She laughed, feeling light and happy. "You should," she said, her voice filled with unexpected affection. "Because I've never met anyone like you."
"Same," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're one of a kind, Isolde."
She smiled, her cheeks flushing with a mix of warmth and shyness. "You know, I've never felt anything like this."
"Good," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Because I plan on making you feel this way every day."
His words sent warmth through her, the intensity of his promise making her feel both cherished and desired. And in that moment, as they lay together on the sand, she believed him. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew one thing for certain—she was falling for him, hard and fast.
FOURTEEN
NEREUS
Nereus watched the sun play across Isolde's curves as she slipped back into her jeans, admiring how the denim hugged her generous hips. The sight was almost enough to make him want to strip her down again, but he restrained himself. There would be time for that later. Right now, his Luna needed guidance.
He pulled on his own jeans but left his chest bare, enjoying the way her eyes kept drifting to his muscles.
"Your magical power isn't your enemy," he said, stepping closer to her. The ocean breeze tousled her blonde hair, and he fought the urge to run his fingers through it. "It's an extension of you."
"Easy for you to say." She buttoned her light blue blouse, which perfectly matched her eyes. "You've had centuries to practice."
Nereus smirked. "Are you calling me old?"
"If the shoe fits..." Her teasing smile sent a jolt straight to his core.
He moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Her body immediately responded, leaning back against his chest.
"Feel the water," he murmured against her ear. "Don't fight it. The ocean reacts to your emotions because it recognizes you as its daughter."
"That's what scares me." Her voice was but a whisper. "What if I get upset again and hurt someone?"
He turned her to face him, tipping her chin up with his finger. "That's why we're going to practice. Now."
