Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Slowly I slide my finger along the scales, parting them, the sensation already slippery and then my finger dips down inside to where I’m hot and slick.
I gasp, the sensation so incredibly new to me, like I’m being touched this way for the very first time, and my back arches on the ocean floor. I let out a moan, the bubbles rising to the surface above, and I’m lost to my own touch already.
“Lord help me,” Ramsay says, his voice raw with lust.
At that he pushes his cock inside me, sliding in past my fingers and I’m so impossibly tight, even more so than on land, that I let out a holler that fills the sea. His cock doesn’t seem like it’ll fit, but then I’m so slick and he’s thrusting in to the hilt, my back is being fused to the sand.
“Oh gods,” I cry.
I try to move my hands to grip him, wanting to feel those tight muscles of his arms, of his shoulders, of his back, hold on to this man that I would do anything for. But he has my wrists pinned and he’s fucking me so hard and deep that my brain is rattled, foggy, and I’m swept away by sensations that are both familiar and foreign. I’ve never had a man like this, never had Ramsay like this, and it’s like sleeping with him for the first time. Every slide of his cock, every touch of his fingers on my breast, of his lips on my neck, and I feel like I’m some land being discovered.
I feel conquered.
And he’s staring down at me with such rapt focus, watching my face for each gasp I make, each time my eyes roll back, each time I arch my neck, that I’ve never felt so idolized and studied before. It’s like he’s committing me to memory with every hard shove of his hips.
Perhaps he is. Perhaps he knows that this is all we have left. That there can’t be anything more for us. Two monsters who belong to two different worlds being put back in their proper places. He the king of the high seas, me the queen of the world below.
Except now I’m a queen without a kingdom.
And I’ll soon be a queen without her king.
“Stay with me,” he whispers, nostrils flaring as he tries to rein himself in. “Be with me here and now, luv.”
I nod and let out a low moan as his hips circle in just the right way, bringing my thoughts back to him, back to this moment, where he’s so deep inside that it’s hard to imagine ever being without him.
It’s not long before that focus in him starts to waver, the look in his eyes being replaced by the equally intense look of wild abandon. He looks like a feral man, moves like a savage creature, fucks me like an absolute monster.
“Ramsay!” I cry out, my orgasm coming for me like the tides, getting closer and closer.
“Come for me, my beautiful creature,” he grunts, thrusting his impossibly hard cock in quick shallow movements before driving in deep enough to make me scream.
“Oh gods. Oh my gods.” My chest is tight and hot and I feel like if I let go, I’ll let go of him forever, and I’m trying to hold on harder and harder.
But he just feels too good and he’s too good at uncovering my feelings, like shells revealed beneath the sand.
I cry out, my hips bucking up to meet him and I’m spiraling out of control, my body convulsing as the climax rocks through me, shaking me to my core. I feel this howling creature inside of me, one that wants to claim him in every way possible, wants to keep him inside her forever.
He succumbs soon after. The determination in his brow cracks and I watch as his orgasm rips through him, rendering my strong man into something soft and free. A heavy gasp escapes his open mouth, his neck taut with the final push of his hips, his muscles shaking from the strain of thoroughly bedding me under water, and then he stills. He falls against me, just for a moment before the buoyancy of the water lifts him off me so that we’re barely touching.
“Maren,” he says softly, reaching down to touch my cheek. “That was—”
“Incredible?” I fill in but as I do so a wave of emotions comes crashing over me, wanting to drown me in the deep fear of what’s next for us. I press my lips together, willing myself not to cry and I look past him to the surface, unable to look at the adoring expression on Ramsay’s face.
But as I look I notice something.
High on the surface a ship plows through the water.
Then there’s another one to the left of it, and another one to the right, and then behind, and they’re all heading in the direction of the Nightwind.